Sometimes things don't go according to plan. Like flying out of Flagstaff this morning. I'm sitting on the plane, having gone through the lovely process that is airport security, when one of the planes engines made a sound that you really don't want to hear. Turned out to be a blown oil pump. Rather glad that we were still on the ground, instead of airborne, when it happened.
So I'm now rebooked to fly out this evening. I hope.
