Miles to Go Before I Sleep

Today has been the longest day ever and I'm not kidding. What started as a great morning led to flights canceled, drives to Denver, and call after call to unhelpful travel agents and customer service preppie. I've been traveling for almost 24 hours and I'm still not there, I'm in London. I managed to limit myself to only two major breakdowns so I'm feeling successful. 

Mostly I worry about my Grandma Betsy (GB). She had to do this whole thing by herself. I never thought I'd say it, but I can't wait to give her a huge hug and relax on our ship. But for now I sit gathered around a charging booth waiting for my flight.

Even though there have been a lot of angry, frustrated, and sad tears shed, I have met some very interesting people. A CU college student celebrating her 21st birthday but sadly missed her earlier flight and cried most of the way to Dulles. A TSA agent who laughed at my attempts to understand what time 13:15 was. But most specifically was the tender hearted ticket agent at United who took pitt on the weary, red-eyed traveler and broke a few rules so she could meet up with her grandmother. 

I'm reminded of this Robert Frost Poem: 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep.