At the shuttle stop, my two fellow travellers had both already missed their flights. I'm glad I gave myself a 45 minute buffer; if I'd have gone on the other bridge, I may have missed my own flight.
I'm also still coughing today, my body trying to get rid of the last remnants of this cold that's had me for a week now. I'd really like for this to be over.
Oh well... In four hours, I'll be in California, playing catch up with a pile of tasks that proved to be more complicated than expected and figuring out what I can be commit to completing in the next holiday-filled month.