The flight attendants are wearing Santa-Hats.

That's what C told me when she got on the plane in Frankfurt this morning. She's been flying for almost all the time that I've been awake today (baking, cleaning, visiting with friends, dancing to music in the kitchen) and will be landing in about two hours in New York. She has to wait there a while and get through customs, but then I'll be seeing her in Pittsburgh at about 9:45 p.m. Seven hours from now?  I've waited since August. I can't believe it!