My personal nightmare.

Flying and a dental appointment on the same day!

Well, lovely followers, it can get worse.

Before dawn, the driver arrived for pick up to the airport.

We settled in and within 5 minutes, after dropping unceremoniously into a huge pothole, we had a blowout and I do not mean hair.

The driver did not have a spare so we jumped out of the car and dashed to the middle of Columbus Circle, furiously attempting to flag down a taxi.

Success.

The taxi driver interpreted our obvious situation as dire.

He took off like a bat out of hell, matching his age to his own speed limit interpretation.

We literally flew across the Queensborough (Ed Koch) Bridge at 80 mph…I am amazed that my husband does not have broken bones from the death grip I had on his wrist.

We made it to the airport with time to spare.

The flight left a bit late. We landed, rented a car, went grocery shopping, unpacked, cleaned the house and we were at the dentist 120 minutes after landing.

I finally settled down after a meeting and swam my laps. The pool was warmer than bath water with the still air hovering at 91.

I was stranded without a car so I settled on potato chips and ice cream for dinner.

Quite the day.

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