We have been hearing about a predicted storm for a couple of days. It was supposed to be bad. I was a little nervous.
I was nervous because both Pops and Justin had flight into DFW yesterday. I had already had a little scare with Justin earlier in the morning. He was in Puebla, Mexico working and when I first woke up, the news was on and there had been a 6.3 earthquake south of Mexico City and it was felt all the way to Mexico City, with power outages. Puebla is south, but he didn't know about it until he heard it on the news. He had told me the night before that he was in a hotel that was built in the 1500. I could just picture him under the rubble - that is what happens when you are a claustrophobic.
Anyway, Pops got in before the storm started and Justin got in afterwards. He landed a 9:00 p.m., but when I talked to him at 10:15, he was still on the tarmac. I would be dying!!!


I am supposed to fly out next week, and I am already worried about the weather.
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