was US5624 IAD CLT 0520 0641 CR9 2A and 1906 CLT MCI 0750 0950 319 2F About an hour before SuperShuttle was going to pick me up I got a notification that my flight had been cancelled. US Air had rebooked me nicely - but out of Baltimore, without telling me, so there was a certain amount of hustling about on my part. I managed to change my onward to my satisfaction; it didn't hurt that the connection they'd given me was booked up, and the one I wanted was wide open. SuperShuttle was good about refunding my payment but could not find a reaccommodation on such short notice. So I woke my brother and told him I'd pay taxi rate to get me to BWI by 6; I was in his car at 4:30ish, and I was in fact at the airport around 5. Slight anxiety as US Air hadn't put my number into the AA reservation, so it initially appeared that I was in some kind of limbo, but a fairly cheery and efficient agent got me squared away in a couple minutes. She pointed me to the C PreCheck, where everyone was polite to the point of obsequiousness, and I was unleashed for an hour of poking around a part of the airport I hadn't seen in years. Sunrise was exceptionally lovely, and I was not the only person taking snapshots of it. AA1373 BWI DFW 0705 0935 M80 6A The connector between B and C was built after my time, so I made good use of the extra time to check out the food offerings in A, B, and C; I'd known about Phillips and the oyster bar but was pleased to see BGR (in the Southwest area) and Kraze Burger (in the less-Southwest area). These were for future reference only, as I was entitled to breakfast on my flight. [subsequent note: BGR is pretty good; I couldn't figure the appeal of Kraze Burger.] Sunshine of Your Love was playing on the PA. One of my favorite songs, but after a few iterations, maybe not so much. Doodoodoodoot doot doot doot do dooo do. The gate area seating in this pier is inadequate and boarding rather chaotic. Also the lowness of the ceilings is oppressive: this is probably the last of the terminals to remain unrenovated. I was engrossed in my e-mail, though, and didn't notice until boarding was halfway. I don't mind the last first row of these aircraft; though my AA informant lili hates this row, when I was assigned here I didn't change my seat. It was fine, as the limited recline is okay with me. For breakfast they offered oatmeal with yogurt or a broccoli-red-pepper quiche with sausage and potatoes. I chose the latter; it was slopped into its dish in an ugly unappetizing manner but tasted surprisingly okay. Extremely weird bad fruit appetizer.