Greetings from Terminal E
I’m at O’Hare, eating scrambled eggs at Chili’s, waiting to take an overnight trip to St. Louis.
My travel timing, as a rule, sucks. The flight boards at 7:40, and I got here at 6. I’m always paranoid about delays on the Kennedy, so I made sure to allow myself plenty of time to get here. Plenty. Of. Time.
That means I woke up on the early side of the 4 o’clock hour. My eyes are scratchy with sleep and I’m currently planning on finding ways to kill time at a Hudson News. I swear I’ll never learn.