Pizza brings a Blizzard

The view out the cockpit window

Pizza Night!

Simple pleasures on the (literal) Deadhead

It was pizza night in Indy...that evening steeped in tradition where the Captain buys his crew a pizza (paid for on Wednesday night) which is waiting for them during the hub turn. Tom and I ate our slices at midnight and celebrated the fact that we only had one more leg to fly this week before going off for a nap until 3:30 am. Little did we know what misery would greet us on the outbound. The sort was actually on time and the fueler showed up in a fairly timely manner. The weather, however, was atrocious, and by the time we finally took off, we were almost 3 hours late. I only had an hour in the hotel before I had to catch the shuttle back to the airport to get on the Eagle RJ and begin the commute home. As I write this, I'm sitting at gate C2 in DFW, waiting to get on the jet for ABQ. What an ugly morning it was. Just think, I get to do it all over again Sunday!
I remembered to bring a sachet of Ahmad's Number 1 English Tea and was able to talk the American flight attendant out of some hot water. At least I had afternoon tea.