I am all about stress-free travel. Delays? No problem. (As long as we get home the same day.) Of course, it would have been nice if the airline had figured out the extent of the delay before we left the house. Instead, our delay came in increments of 15 minutes. Never enough at any one time to justify leaving the airport, but overall our flight was two and a half hours late. You know what, though? We just called the pet sitter and arranged for another visit, bought some Starbucks, and read our books. Not exactly comfy-cozy (airport chairs), but relatively quiet and interruption-free. Neither of us has gotten much dedicated reading time lately, so this was a gift. And now we’re home and SO ready for bed.