5pm: I arrived in Montgomery yesterday evening. My baggage did not. Or rather, it did, a few hours later, they just didn't bother telling me about it. Still not delivered, 24 hours later. The airport is 15 min away. This morning the website still said, "we have no frickin' idea where your bags are yet. Sorry!" Had it said, "bags are at MGM!" and had I known they would wait a whole day before delivering them, I would have gone and picked them up.
So, no run last night, because jeans and sandals are not my favorite running attire. Nor is service dress. No run yet today, as I await the delivery. And I'm wearing dirty underwear.
I hate the South. I think they do things slowly just because it annoys the frak out of people like me.
10:30pm: Approximately six phone calls and one trip to the airport later and I still have no bags. At least now I am somewhat certain that they are still in Atlanta. Maybe. Depending on which luggage scans you trust.
And, of course, neither my computer login at the school nor my blackboard login for home were valid, which means I am destined to be the academic delinquent in my class. Wearing the wrong uniform and, for our fitness assessment tomorrow, PT shorts a size or two too small. With my luck something will happen that will prevent me from running "fast" enough to meet the terribly demanding standard of 18 minutes for 1.5 miles.