Wednesday, October 11

OH, NO! We’re in the final stages of getting ready to leave for the airport, and I walked by the TV only to see scenes of a burning building in New York. A small plane has crashed into a building . . . visions of increased security or even worse flash through my head. We leave for the airport before they figure out what has really happened in NYC.

Nothing more at the airport, but clearly this isn’t a major incident, since security is very quick and easy. They ask to look at my Humira (self-injectible medication), but only a quick look and I’m through.