ARRIVAL after a miserable connection in Paris where the security line was 7 rows deep and I got swabbed for explosive residue (it was still better than the time in 2010 when I was connecting at CDG on a work trip and was pulled off the jetway so security could watch me turn on all my electronics to check that they weren’t bombs).  I huffed and puffed to my gate and found out that it was delayed.  A relief because otherwise I would have missed it, but did the man I asked what was happening really need to say “You ran for nothing!”?  We'll be in an AirBnB for a few days until the Ikea delivery and the internet is turned on. The realtor texted to say "The neighbors are very friendly, they will definitely approach you soon," which I am choosing to interpret as fun and not at all sinister!