Fortunately we have an afternoon flight. The news shows a madhouse at DIA while they attempt to clear the backlog from yesterday's cancelled flights. City roads remain snow covered while the Interstates are clear but slow moving. By the time we arrive at the airport around ten the airport looks normal. One of the suitcases is significantly overweight; the attendant can't be bothered to enforce the excess baggage charge and wishes us a Merry Christmas. We only have 27 bottles of beer, mead, whiskey, wine and sports.
We are lucky to get upgraded on both legs of the return trip. Carol is sleeping soundly on the flight to Norfolk. She can't be wakened to put her tray table up before landing and doesn't even wake on landing. She really wants to check-in to the Residence Inn. She gets her wish when CJ finds the car has a dead starter battery and deems it far too late to resolve this evening.
We eventually arrive home around 1330 the next day after ordering CJ new glasses to replace those broken during the trip and getting food supplies to get us through the next few days before we leave for Upstate New York. Our final bit of "good news" on return is finding our downstairs heating system broken. CJ feels this is divine retribution for his not staying in Colorado and taking advantage of the fresh powder. When he was younger wild horses couldn't have gotten him on that plane!
Until the next unplanned adventure, hasta.
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