I woke up this morning in the SFO Marriott to the news of the foiled plot to blow up London-to-US flights. I looked out my window and was relieved to see planes lined up and taking off over the bay. Turning back to the TV, I watched the live reports from SFO, OAK, and LAX. You could see the security lines growing with every cutaway and the frustration growing with every traveler interview. The breakfast crowd in the concierge lounge stared at the plasma screens while eating their eggs and oatmeal — CNN on one wall, MSNBC on the other. There was an air of “here we go again” resigned acceptance, with people trying to figure out how to best deal with the new rules. The folks flying out this morning started eating faster when they saw the lines at SFO.

I’m lucky — I’m not flying out ’til tomorrow morning. I’m hoping that the TSA calms down a bit and gets the new rules figured out. I squeezed out a bit of Mitchum anti-perspirant gel into a water glass and then brought the mostly-full container into my client’s office where I can re-claim it next week. I just can’t bring myself to tossing $6 worth of stuff. My toothpaste tube is almost empty, so I don’t have as much angst throwing it away.

I’m hoping the security pendulum settles a little bit back to reasonability by the end of the day. Those of us flying out tomorrow are staying in touch with people flying today, trying to get a bit of forward intel on how the screeners are reacting.

I was going to record a podcast this evening, but have decided to delay it ’til the weekend so that I can report on my SFO experience tomorrow morning.