Home is Where the Sushi is

It's Tuesday night and the Plotniks have finished their take-out sushi at home after a several hour delay at LAX for mechanics to put a new starter in the starboard engine of the 757. The delay wasn't really all that bad, seeing as flying home on one engine would have been so much worse. The best thing was that the captain kept everyone updated every few minutes, and when he said estimated takeoff time has been changed to 5PM, he meant 5PM and the plane actually took off at 5PM.

Delays are part of flying. Plot used the time in the airport to have a conversation with a guy from the Gaspe Peninsula, below Newfoundland, who had flown into LAX from Ontario and had a seven hour layover for a 15 hour nonstop flight to Australia. Now THAT'S a long day. You get off those long nonstops and your legs are like olive oil.

It's very cold and windy here tonight, after delicious heat down South. It is recharging to Plot to see Mummy Plotnik looking so good and feeling relatively chipper these days. She slows down when she has to so she can speed up if she needs to. She really is remarkable. Plot has said it before and he'll say it again: does this lady in red look anywhere close to 92 years old?