As I write this I’m actually floating somewhere above Arizona, on the last leg of my very long but otherwise uneventful journey – which, considering my luck, is pretty impressive.
I wish I’d gotten a few days to recover from the contract before I headed across the continent. Going from being forced to sit still for two straight weeks to being forced to sit still for hours at a time while people yell and scream and your ears keep going pop is not the best way to recuperate from a stressful job.
But whatever. I’m here now, and it’s almost over.
My flight plans have been changed so many times, I wasn’t sure where I was going to end up today. As it was, although I was expecting Las Vegas, I ended up in Phoenix, where it was only 64 degrees out (that’s like 16).
I didn’t want to update you through every airport I was in while I was in it, because, well, quite frankly that would be a dearth of inane information that you really wouldn’t want. Because nothing happened. The flight I’m now on was delayed about half an hour, but that’s it. No low ceilings, no snow, no running frantically through Philly or La Guardia or Toronto . . . Even Philly was nice. I had me some fried chicken. And then, because I was in Philly and couldn’t stomach a cheesesteak, I had a pretzel. WHICH WAS AMAZING IN ITS BUTTERY GOODNESS.
In any case, I expect to be landing in Portland in about 2 hours, and after that I’m going to bed. Phoenix time it’s 930. My Mac says it’s 1140. I’ve been in transit since 900 this morning and I went to bed at one last night. So I’d better get to sleep in tomorrow.
I’ll try to post this when I get wherever I’m going. I’m serious about that running photo diary.
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Just flying past Las Vegas now. I can’t say I’m super-impressed. Sure, you can see the lights of the Flamingo from up here, but that pyramid thing with that beam of light you’re supposed to see from almost space? Not that bright. I can’t see the pyramid itself, just the beam, and from up here it’s pretty pale.