While DH flew to LA and attended a family funeral, I have been wheezing around the house, lying limply in the recliner and trying to find enough energy to hobble to the bathroom. He is returning home today. (cries of joy and desire to dance in celebration.) He sent me a picture from the LA airport to let me know the marvelous treats I have been missing. His breakfast: egg-salad sandwich and medium mocha, cost $15. Yeah, they get you through screening, and you are at their mercy. What's to keep them from charging $150 for a sandwich? Flying just isn't any fun any more.