Well, Uber showed up and shepherded us through the traffic – through the Bronx, across the bridge, down the Van Wyck Expwy. We made it through check in, made it through security (1). We found a place to eat with tables and chairs, and had a snack.

Now we’re ensconced in the “primeclass lounge” (2). It’s actually pretty nice. Comfy seats, charging outlets, and a pretty good selection of food. Sally had a fruit plate and baklava, which was better than the pretzel from the restaurant. Our flight is still on time (8:40pm), and our boarding passes say we can board at 7:30 – which seems ridiculous. Why sit on the airplane for over an hour before they even close the doors?

If you don’t hear from me again tonight, that means that we boarded and departed reasonably on time. Unless all communications in and out of JFK are disrupted, and we are isolated here.

Next stop Morocco.

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(1) I got patted down at security. We don’t know why. And I had to take both of our iPads out of my backpack and have all of that stuff go through the scanners again. But all in all, not terribly painful.

(2) All lower case, as you can see above. Very e.e. cummings.