The Houston airport is an absolute wonder at 5.40 in the morning—ghostly quiet, deserted, just beginning to stir to life.  Though the circumstances surrounding getting here weren’t ideal, I’m awfully glad I got to see this.

Even better, the President’s Club opens at 5.30 am—I was the second person in—so there were coffee and bagels waiting for me.

There’s nothing else to report, really.  Except that I love this little computer so much that I’m inventing excuses to post.

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