Flowers, maybe

I just woke up from a nap and I feel like garbage. I can't think of the last time I've slept for 90 minutes in an airport. I also can't think of the last time I was booked on a flight in the last day for 90 consecutive minutes without it being cancelled.

Which is my nap-addled way of saying that my 9pm flight hasn't been cancelled yet. I think I just passed the five-hour annivesary of being booked on that flight. It feels pretty special. I'm trying to think of how one celebrates a milestone like that. Chocolates? Another nap?