I went downtown and picked up my baby bro' at our Mom’s and drove him to the airport this evening. He has to back teaching in Thailand on Monday. My sister-in-law, nephew and niece will follow next week. Anyway, I had to drive the car in to work. Ugh! It was snowing and very slow going. I went for a run at lunch time: the first time I’ve had rain freezing on my jacket and glasses. Fortunately the snow and rain stopped in the afternoon and, I guess, everyone went home early. I made it to my Mom’s in “non rush hour time” and out to the airport, again, in “non rush hour time”. I left work at about 4:15, grabbed a quick bite to eat and was home before 7 p.m. My brother said it wasn’t necessary to come in the terminal with him: he said he’ll be pretty antsy until he has checks his two large suitcases, gets his boarding pass and goes through the security check. I wasn’t going to argue since short term parking at the airport seems to be at least a tooney every 15 minutes.