I have just spent a great week with my family in Sacramento. My oldest grandchild and only granddaughter just graduated high school and that’s something a grandma just has to be there for. My son and his family flew in from Illinois. This is the first time in the three years we have been living in Maine that I have seen my family.

I also had the marvelous opportunity to see one of my best and oldest friends. We met when her youngest son and my only son were about 6 months old. Her birthday is the same as my daughter’s and we are only a few months apart in age. We lost touch with each other a long time ago. Recently I just happened to “google” her and found an email address. Now she is on Facebook and we will make sure we stay connected.

So. Here I sit in the airport waiting for my plane. I’m wishing I had paid more attention to my return itinerary because I would have changed it. I fly out of Sac at 6:00 heading to Phoenix. In Phoenix I change planes with a 2 hour layover. (!?!?!?!?!?) But wait. It gets better. I leave Phoenix for Boston at about 9:20 this evening arriving in Boston at around 5:30 am. Then I get to hang around Logan for three hours leaving for home at 8:40 am. (?!?!?!?!?!?!) What WAS I thinking??????

I think I will go get something to munch on and to drink. I am trying my best to avoid the Cinnabon kiosk but I’m not sure I’ll make it…