I'm currently writing this from the Seattle airport, having missed my first flight home to Los Angeles, and unsure whether I have a seat on the next flight in a couple of hours. My four traveling buddies took the last four available seats on the next flight, and I'm left in terminal limbo.
I just randomly passed fellow writer Chris Tomke for the second time this weekend. We somewhat miraculously happened upon each other in a random bar no more than 12 hours ago. Today, we wear the same battered and defeated looks as last night, just perhaps more sleep-deprived.