I arrived in Atlanta at 6:30. I was supposed to get here at 2:10. Hm. What does one sacrifice to the travel gods? A chicken?

In anycase, I arrived at the UNIMA gathering safely. We all had a good time, and then Kuang Yu and I drove up to my parents house in Chattanooga. I’m doing a little bit of work before the meeting tomorrow and then I’ll turn in.

Is anyone surprised that I missed my connection to Atlanta? For those stuck in DC, it is worth noting that Concourse B has lots of natural light and high ceilings. Concourse G, which contains my gate, is a large box of a room, which has the sole redeeming feature of being a shelter from the elements.

The ride from NYC to JFK airport on the subway always surprises me by how long it takes. I always think I’ve given myself plenty of time and it always takes longer. I’m here with plenty of time to sit and play on my laptop, but only because there were no lines once I got to the airport.

Meanwhile, they assigned me a seat for the flight and then relocated me because they had a weight imbalance on the plane. Why didn’t they think about that when I was getting my seat assignment during check-in? Odd.