My brother is *finally* back in the United States. His flight out of Dublin was delayed by about five hours today, and since he had switched flights after being stranded, my mom and I spent a good part of the morning trying to figure out what his new flight number was so we knew when he’d be arriving in Atlanta so my mom could book him on a shuttle back to Chattanooga. Luckily, my mil works as a travel agent, so she was a *big* help.

Randy got in about an hour ago, and he sounded exhausted when I talked to him. And, he knew his trip wasn’t completely over. He still has a two-hour drive back to Chattanooga before heading home. I know he’s going to crash hard tonight. After he eats a big waffle dinner, that is. And showers.