A Mix in My Head, As Usual

Here I sit in the airport, all by myself. Well, I'm not technically all by myself because there are quite a few other people also in the airport...but I am traveling alone, back to Dallas.

Christian, Eliana, and I left Dallas this morning, and Wendy met us at the Orlando airport. The kids jumped in her car, I gave her a hug and told her she was awesome, and ran back into the airport in order to catch my next flight.

I discovered it was delayed. (Was I surprised? No. No, I was not, since I am flying Spirit.) (I won't complain too much. The kids'suitcase didn't get lost, and the same plane that is flying me to Chicago is also flying me to Dallas [along with the other passengers...I do not have a private plane], so I am not missing a flight because of the delay.)

Why do they overbook every flight? They always ask for volunteers who will give up their tickets for free-round trip tickets. Does this save them money in the long run? Is long run hyphenated, therefore long-run? Help me out. Who can answer these questions?

What was I talking about? Even I don't know. I am looking forward to getting home, as there is still quite a lot to do before we go.

Here are two other things on my mind:

My dad had surgery today. He had a tumor (not the dangerous kind, I think) (Mom or Dad, fill in as needed, please) removed from a nerve in his leg. Please pray for his recovery. Thank you!

I know that Ann Voskamp has been writing about her experience in Africa. Her most recent post looks devastating, but in that good, perspective-shattering-and-readjusting way. I am at the same time scared and excited to read it.

And those are the things rolling around in my head right now. It's always a mix in there.