Is it genetic?

I'm back in SF now. Dav stayed one more day and I'm picking him up tonight (which I'm looking forward to cuz I already miss him).

But I *almost* missed my plane yesterday. I had looked at my itinerary and thought I had to be at the airport at 8:30pm. Cool, I thought... I get to attend all the panels and then hop over to the airport. Then as I sat down for the last panel at 5:00pm, Dav came up and asked to confirm what time I had to leave. I double checked my flight and found in horror that 8:30 was when my transfer flight in Phoenix leaves and that I had to leave Austin at 5:50! I didn't even have time to pick my suitcase up (which sweet Dav will have to lug now) or say thanks and bye to Dav's friend and our host Frank (thanks Frank and Lori!!); I rushed out of there so fast that I literally ran through the middle of a group discussing stuff (how rude of me!).

On the plane I laughed at myself. This is *so* typical of me. Then I thought of the time my brother left a town he was visiting with a huge good-bye party from his friends, only to discover he was leaving a day early. He was so embarrassed that he stayed at an airport hotel instead of coming back. And my parents were in Italy and arrived at their hotel a day early, then completely missed their flight out on that same trip by a whole day. I've gone to the airport to pick up a friend to discover I was a day off too.

Being early is certainly better than being late. And I haven't missed a flight yet. But it seems my whole family is constantly mistaking travel dates! Dav's a math guy. Maybe our kids won't have this tendency...