Florida Palms

Yesterday we flew to Florida to spend Thanksgiving with Mr. W's father.  We had a 2:00 p.m. flight, which should have had us arriving in Orlando at around 4:45 p.m., however as we were waiting in the departure lounge at Westchester County airport, we were informed that one of the tires on the plane had to be changed!  Three hours later, we were finally allowed to fasten our seat belts and take off.  This meant that we did not arrive at our hotel until 10:30 p.m. -- dinner-less and weary. 

Mr. W's poor dad isn't doing too well.  We visited him three times today, and every time he was so sound asleep we couldn't wake him.  The nurses and his aide told us he is like this much of the time now.  Tomorrow we will be taking him for a Thanksgiving "dinner" (at noon) put on by the nursing facility where he is living.  I'm hoping he'll perk up a bit for that.  We'll just have to see.