276.
Week 276 in Detroit. As I’m writing this I’m stuck in the Harrisburg Airport. I had a chance to visit my Dad and attend my fantasy football draft in a league that’s been going for 14 seasons (yes, 14 years). I know no one wants to hear about fantasy football, but the chance to get back to PA and to see people in my life was great. Having the pilot tell us at 6 AM that we have a maintenance issue that “he’s never seen before” on our plane was … not great.
This caused me to look up the phrase “best laid plans.” Apparently it comes from a 1786 Robert Burns poem. The verse was translated into English, the original Scottish quotation is: The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men / Gang aft a-gley, / An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain, / For promised joy.
My plans to get home, spend the day with my daughter & our friends floating down a river were foiled. In the end, I didn’t get home till the next available flight around 1:30 PM. Disappointment on the missed opportunity was also a reminder of how lucky I am. If a broken plane and missed tubing experience was the worst of my day, my week, my month then I’m in pretty good shape. I am grateful.
I have some more travel coming up this week and I’m looking forward to both a good travel week and writing more about it next week.
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