I thought air transit was supposed to be easy.

OK, so here I sit in Washington Dulles airport, someplace I'd rather not be, and also some place that I wasn't supposed to be today. Where do I start, oh let's see, last night we drove to KC to spend the night in order to be ready for our 0600 flight to Chicago O'Hare, which had been delayed to 1030 as soon as we checked in at 0445. Because of the delay we were going to miss our connection in Chicago to Norfolk, so our other option was to try to get on a jet to Washington (where I am now) as long as there were 3 openings, which there were. We were told when we left KC that there was a flight at 1230 that left Washington for Norfolk that we may be able to get on if there was room, otherwise we would have to take the plane that left Washington at 1541. As soon as we arrived here in Washington we checked on it. Guess what, the flight for 1230 had been delayed until 1600, but the flight we're actually booked on is still on-time for 1541.

I must interject a bit of positive feedback to the Washington Dulles Airport, this pizza place we ate at called "Famous Famiglia" was FABULOUS! I had a Pepperoni Stromboli and some garlic knots and it was probably the best pizza I'd had in a while! They also have these shuttle vehicles that look like something from Star Wars, it was quite a ride I must say! I was wondering where the blaster cannons were to shoot the snow speeders as they whizzed by!

It really doesn't matter to me when we get there, but we're supposed to be at a wedding in Norfolk at 1900, so I hope for everyone else's sake we show up on time.

I guess I might understand why it's so difficult to run an airline from the perspective of scheduling hundreds of flights per day, mandatory pilot rest hours, Federal regulations, etc., but man it's sure frustrating when good money has been spent to get somewhere. It seems to me that you must put ALL faith in the airline, there is absolutely NO guarantee on arrival times, and you really have NO options as a measly passenger in a ginormous airport (or any airport for that matter). I'm all for less regulations, letting private industry manage themselves, and making nothing "mandatory," but like I already said, "man it's frustrating."

No time for adventures

As I sit here in my man room, otherwise knows as the second bedroom, I look around at my cool things like my wake skate that I only use a couple times a year, my shotgun, my 2 way radios, and my cool new water pump and I loathe studying. I wish I could be out doing something cooler than studying the urogenital system and why people have chronic respiratory diseases. Why does everything so urgently consume my precious time? I look down at my dog and realize that he really doesn't have any agenda, no plans other than eating, playing and sleeping, and sometimes I wish I was the dog.

Goodnight.