Carrie, where are you????

I had a great flight from Chicago to Dublin. One of the last things Carrie said to me was "I hope you get someone as nice as me to sit next to on that flight." As it turns out, while it wasn't my sister, the woman really was a nice and very interesting person. We chatted for the first few hours of the flight about varied topics from our past travels to her operatic son who just won a national competition  that allows him to study theater in New York this summer. 

Thank you Dublin airport. I really appreciate the free WiFi. It's been the only way to possibly contact Carrie to let her know where I am waiting for her. No response from her end so I cling to hope that in about 30minutes she is going to show up at the gate I am waiting at. The flight number she gave me doesn't seem to exist in anyone's system, only the expected arrival time and original city match.

I am struggling to fight off sleep. I am too tired to do the math but basically I have had been awake all but three hours in the last 48. I could fall asleep typing this I am just that exhausted. 5 hours alone at O'Hare yesterday, and 7 alone here have taken their toll.