The Wife is home, safe and sound.
The Daughter and I picked her up on schedule last night, no problem, no fuss, no muss. But on the way home from the airport, we did notice five or six police cars and emergency vehicles speeding, lights flashing, past us on the eastbound lanes of I-90. We didn't really think much of this...until this morning, when I learned that within fifteen minutes of The Wife's plane landing, another plane went down about five minutes out from the Buffalo Niagara Airport.
What a strange mix of horror and relief. But for anyone reading this blog who might have seen notice of a plane crash in Buffalo, The Wife was not on that plane.