Well, after two trips to the airport yesterday, much waiting and anticipation, a plane diverted to Memphis because of wind surges, daughter #1 is home again. Phew.
The airport was filled with frustrated people eagerly awaiting their friends and family members, but everyone was fairly congenial, sharing information and advice. Daughter #1 said that the people on her plane were likewise good-humored about their 8-hour ordeal on the plane, complete with vomiting children.
Anyway, we made it to celebratory margaritas and quesadillas and back home jiggety jig. Onward to Christmas!
Oh yeah, and if the Apocalypse happens…this.