Here we are in the Pittsburgh airport, waiting for our late airplane. As things fall now, we'll coast into Seattle around 2:30 am our time. Two girls will be quite sleepy, I think. Their mother, and their grandparents, perhaps a tad tired as well. We found a wonderful children's area and Elspeth and Bea are having a lovely time, watching Pittsburgh's own Mr. Rogers and running around a wooden plane and up and down a ramp. Mom just handed me a charming, engaging book, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society; since it's epistolary, it's perfect for airport reading.

Good news includes happy children thus far, and since it's not Christmas, there's no emotional wrench about missing all the magic. Think of us, holding sleeping girls, sailing high up in the air.