Right now, I am sitting in the Portland International Airport drinking my Starbucks and eating a banana. When I woke up 4 hours ago, Portland was not on my schedule. I am thankful that my son heeded my request to take me to the airport earlier than he wanted because my scheduled flight out of Seattle is delayed, and I would not have made my connection in Atlanta.
As it is, I am flying in an hour later to Atlanta, but I should make my connecting flight. After the snafus last time, I tried to find an itinerary with some flexibility for late arrivals. We shall see, of course.