This morning my daughter, my son-in-law, and I head to Dallas. Oh no, not together. I'm flying. If I were going with them, I wouldn't arrive until this evening, and I'd miss out on a lot of the fun at the gathering of Internet friends I'm attending. Besides, my daughter and her hubby deserve a road trip with just the two of them along, don't you think?
I did think it rather funny that we're all going to be in the same vicinity on the same weekend, considering they don't do a lot of road trips. None of us knew about the other's plans when we plotted our agendas.
I haven't yet decided whether I'm taking my laptop. It would give me something to do in my room when I wake up at 4 A.M. (which I always do). But do I want another thing to juggle, getting on and off the plane? Will they let me on with a laptop, a purse AND a carry-on bag?
This will be my first time ever staying in a motel room alone. Any other time I've gone to one of these things, I roomed with some other lady for economy's sake. Or with Cliff, if he happened to go.
Poor Cliff. He gets in bed at 1 A.M., and I'm going to have to start waking him up at 5 this morning so he can take me to the airport. I've promised him this will be the last time this year I fly anywhere.