Back. Via a ridiculously prolonged trip with two flights cancelled, eventually going from Columbus to Portland via Atlanta. Good thing Steve got that Goodfellas DVD at the pawn shop. There’s nothing like being at the airport, slumping against the wall with your carryon bags stacked around you like a fort, listening to mobsters swear at each other on your laptop. Every so often, we’d turn the sound down because a random small child was staggering in our direction, in the manic, gleeful way of toddlers in airports.
Also: props to CMH for having free wifi. Anti-props to ATL for lacking it.