Heading home from Napa, very, very slowly. Our flight from SF to JFK was cancelled, seemingly because of the stormy weather in the East. With all other later flights fully booked, our only choice seemed to be to fly to LA and then catch the red-eye (hmm, sounds familiar, having just been on it a couple of weeks ago) home. So here we sit, killing some time, watching the presidential debate on our lap top (American Airlines terminal at LAX must be the only major airport terminal in the world without any tv sets in the lounges), hoping to take off on time and expecting to land in NY by 6 am and to then pop into the car and head to PA to visit Molly at Bucknell for Parents’ weekend. A little bit late, but we’ll be there, Mol. See you tomorrow.