Waiting for the Boy

Before our dinner guests arrived last night I called my son to see if his delayed flight from Madrid/Heathrow/NY had arrived but his cell went immediately to "Hi hi you've reached Colin..." and I knew no such luck.

He'd gotten stuck in Madrid when one-third of the poxy air traffic controllers decided that Saturday was as good a day as any to not show up for work, resulting in two of four runways being shut down and a missed connecting flight out of Heathrow to NY for him and his partner, Anne. In itself, none of this is that big a deal except that Colin has to be in LA tonight on business. He's got a shoot out here and just called us from JFK...where he's waiting for another flight to wing him even further westwards.