ION, someone brought their small child to work, and said small child has discovered that if it makes loud noises in the lobby, those loud noises will echo up all four floors that look into the atrium. The joys of modern architecture.

They got on the first plane and it came back for mechanical. The second plane had the fire.

I am suddenly not quite so sanguine about getting on a US Air flight. But my other option is staying in Charlotte.

Oh dear Dana, what a mess!

I need a way to ease into my day. I'm thinking... Japanese market to buy barley tea for DH. He's been downing a pitcher a day.

There' some kind of clusterfuck going on at a gate next to mine, so I hope it's not contagious. Sounds like their plane caught a little bit on fire?!?

Holy crap. Between that, the crazy weather delays from last night, delays, and a friend who posted that he had to wait for the cops before he could get off his flight because they were leading some woman off the plane, it sounds like a sketchy day for travel. ...I leave for the airport in two hours.

I'm glad I don't fly again for a few weeks.

I banged out the work that HAD to be done this morning and now I'm dilly dallying. I should hop in the car and go to the office but I'd get there at lunch and I don't want to keep the IT guy from his lunch...I'm just being thoughtful, right?

Pity me. I am on phone with conference Healthcare Marketplace and insurance company, again. For the countless time.

Someone is trying so hard to throw me under a bus! I mean, I guess that's what she's doing? But it's really not working. I keep asking her a question and she keeps talking to higher-ups about it... who come to me, and I explain why I'm asking, and they generally agree that we can and should answer it. And yet? STILL NO ANSWER.

Goddamnit. Gut churning right now. Waylaid outside the food court at work (at *this* hospital, that serves the most hopeless and lost bottom tenth of the population, the parents with the most wanted and most catastrophically sick fetuses and the sickest liveborn kids who had the shit luck to be born into the most toxic possible families, staffed by people who work until their eyeballs bleed to try to make miracles happen when they just fucking can't) by a dewy-faced, young and fractally clueless anti-choice pamphleteer and slightly lost my shit at her. I can't stop shaking.

Ugh, that sounds terrible. Good for you, though, JZ.

Ugh, I know that shaking feeling.