At 4:56 am this morning, on my way to the airport, I passed at least 6 Amish buggies. My car outside temp gauge was registering 1 degree.
Did you ever make a reservation and didn’t really think it out and when the time came to do what you reserved to do, you thought “WHAT WAS I THINKING?”
This morning was one of those times where driving down the road at 4:56 am on my way to the airport, I thought “WHAT WAS I THINKING?”
My morning started at 3:45 am. I woke up 5 minutes before the alarm went off. I told hubby to stay in bed where it was nice and warm. I got dressed in my professional clothes, loaded up the car and headed to Air Marino where I would leave my vehicle. On my way to the airport, I (as stated above) passed several Amish buggies. I was surprised because at that ungodly hour in the morning, not only was I surprised to see Amish buggies, there were actually a lot of cars on the road. Were these people going to work? Were they going to the airport like me? I was thinking about these people on the roads and if they were going to work, how long was their commute. Did they drive this drive 5 days a week? And what was their hurry? On several legs of my travel to the airport, the speed limit was 70. I was driving 70 and I was being passed by other vehicles that made me feel like I was driving 35 miles an hour. What was their hurry and do they drive this fast every morning on their commute.
I dropped my vehicle off at Air Marino, rode a shuttle to the airport with a very nice courteous man who remembered me from previous trips in his shuttle. I boarded the plane and because the temps were so cold, the wings of the plane had to be de-iced. Still made it to NC in record time. The flight was a normal flight. Had a very busy day and put out some fires.
Putting out fires: spending time on problems that needed to be dealt with quickly, instead of working in a calm, planned way.