It is 4:00 pm on Dec. 4th, and we are in lift off mode. Tonight we’re home, tomorrow Zihuatanejo, Mexico, our annual winter beach, vacation destination. I print our boarding passes, and a couple of hours later my husband calls a cab to run us to the airport for a 5:00 am flight. We learn from the dispatcher that our Seattle to LA leg has been cancelled due to an incoming snow storm. After a brief panic I get on the phone, and Alaska Airlines rebooks us for an earlier flight out of Seattle, which means a 2 hour drive tonight to a park-and-fly-by-night motel south of the airport. We scramble to pull ourselves together and head out the door within an hour. The hotel has a sketchy feel, but the room is clean, and it was the best I could do on very short notice.
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