On the plane to Chicago, yay, Kinda watching “High Crimes” ‘cause Ashley Judd is cute, Morgan Freeman rocks, and I always enjoy a decent court mystery where the bad guys are particularly nasty and will get their comeuppance.

It’s been quite a day. I woke up in the middle of the night having a mild panic attack. Not really about the trip, but about stuff in general. Very annoying. Had to get up for a little while. Then, neither of the alarms went off. I’d set the Palm for p.m. instead of a.m., grr, argh. I don’t know why Ken’s alarm didn’t go off. So, I had half an hour to get ready, rather than the hour and a half I’d planned for. But I did okay. Parking at the airport sucked because they’ve closed off some of the lots, so I drove around for ages. Then when I opened the door, I dinged the car next to me—and the people were in it. So I gave them my insurance info and raced for the check-in desk. That went fine. Then I went through security, and discovered that I’d forgotten to take my Swiss Army knife out of my purse. That’s bad. They let me go back to the desk and check it through, though, and then skip the long line to go back through. And after all that? The plane was delayed a little.