Whoops

One of my persistent anxiety dreams is that I am racing to get to an airport for an international flight. The rush is often preceded by trying desperately to pack my life's belongings into three or four suitcases. Items I no longer own make guest reappearances in this packing frenzy. I had just such a dream last night. There was the additional panic of being forced onto the plane which was leaving early and the children not yet being at the airport... When I got up this morning and checked my email I was a little puzzled to see a message from Delta saying "time to check in for your flight" Huh? And then I checked my itinerary and contrary to my firm belief that I was flying home on Saturday, I am in fact booked for Friday. Shit. So today was my last day as the flight leaves at 11am and I will have to set out early given the traffic mess due to the strike which is denoted as 'reconductable' which just means it is ongoing, uneven in its application, and unpredictable.