Today held great promise. I breezed through security, (unheard of). Got right on my flight to Los Angeles and was looking forward to some time with my other daughter and new grandbaby, who could of known or flight would have to be turned back half way there limping home on a single engine? That said, I ended up thousands of miles from where I hoped to be, wasting an entire day in an airport.

So now after missing 4 more flights, I too am limping home, sad,  disappointed,  frustrated.

Such is flying stand-by.  No guarantees,  no matter how good it looks when you make your  best laid plans. Life too is unpredictable. What we do when it gets derailed says a lot about us. I can chalk this all up as an exercise in patience, some personal time,  or as a big waste of 12 hours.

I guess it all depends on our perspective. I think I will look at it all as an absurd in making lemonade, rather than today ending with me as ash.