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.