Doggone it. KC's plane in to Philly is late. We (Jean and Joe J, KC, and I) should have been on the road to Baltimore by now. KC's supposed to meet with someone who's going to give her an hand with some assistive tech -- I'm not entirely clear on what it is. All I know is that the guy is catching a flight to New England today at 5:30, so the later we get on the road, the less time we'll have to meet with him. It's the only day all week we'll be able to meet, due to his schedule, so getting ourselves to NFB sometime today is a must.
Stupid weather. That's why the plane is delayed. Why couldn't we have had the weather on a day that we WEREN'T pressed for time? Oh, well. There's no sense getting an ulcer over it, since we can't do anything about it but wait for the plane to come in and then get the heck on the road, pronto.