Andrew got in a cab to this morning, told the driver to go to Heathrow (because one of his flights had not been cancelled yet), and the driver busted out laughing. He got there to find the doors locked. Crazy. But things are looking up. I think we might have success tomorrow. (Did I mention that I wish I were stuck in London for a bit!?! : ))On our end, like I said, it feels very retro. I keep thinking of what it must be like to have a spouse in the military. I feel so incredibly lucky that I am not in that situation.
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