So come pick me up, I've landed

Something tells me I'm not in Milwaukee anymore.

It was somewhere close to midnight that my over-rosary'd fingers and cramped legs made their way to the baggage claim at Orlando International Airport. The good luck charms and the prayers had worked. Seth and I were finally in the same state again. Soon to be within the same 50 feet of each other.

Standard airport passenger protocol would indicate that after a 7 hour airport ordeal, I should be in one crankerific mood, grumbling about, a scowl permanently on my face, barking orders to the airport shuttle guy. Instead, I took my bag filled with sunscreen and Wheat Thins over to a bench and sat patiently. Staring at the palm trees blowing in the gentle midnight breeze.

Wondering if there was a gator in my midst.