DD flew from LA to Boston today, then she had to get from Boston up to Maine somehow through a snowstorm.
By chance DH is at Boston Logan tonight as he has a flight out early tomorrow, so he met DD off the plane, thinking he'd buy her dinner, help her work out how she'd get home, get her onto the bus, etc.
Within 10 minutes of her arrival he was bustling her onto the Maine bus as fast as he could. He then called me and said 'Whatever you do, don't try to talk to her. She's tired and grumpy and hungry. Just feed her and put her to bed for 24 hours.'
I can't wait!