Home.
A shorter trip than it was supposed to be. What a crazy week it’s been. Intense. I feel pretty grounded, though, I have to say. I was expecting to be more burned out. Overwhelmed. Maybe that’s still coming. But right now, I feel grateful to have been there for the kids—whom we’re going to go see tomorrow with goodies—I feel grateful to have still made the trip to Hawaii, delayed as it was, and I feel grateful to be home. I’m ready to get back to work, now.
It’s 2:30am. It took us legit two-and-a-half hours to get home from LAX. We watched two straight flyaways drive right past us without stopping. The crowd was massive by the time one finally did. We waited for an hour. Wild. LAX truly fucking sucks, man. It’s horrendous to get in and out of.
That said, man, our flight was nice. The legroom on Alaska, at least this flight, was excellent. WAY better than Southwest. It was comfortable. And that was in pure economy. No upgrades. We did all our upgrading on the way out. Made a huge difference. Liz and I also had our row to ourselves, no one in the middle seat. That’s always nice.
Wiped. Time for sleep. Tomorrow will be a zonked day. Sigh. But that’s okay. Bring it on. Night night.