|The Sun Sets On My Visit To Arizona|
I'm feeling like I've been hit with a wet blanket.
I turned the A/C on as soon as I walked into this place.
I've been going to bed early in Phoenix, by 10pm Central Time. Currently I am up way past midnight, Central Time.
I had myself a fine time in the Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport this evening. I somehow got my sister flustered when we got to the airport, which had my sister on the wrong level. When I disembarked from my sister's vehicle, she told me to take the elevator to level two to get to the check-in level.
But, by the time I was inside the airport, what my sister had told me had changed, in my mind, to take the long elevator to the third level. I then walked the long third level past one restaurant after another, lugging a laptop, a backpack and a big check-in piece of baggage.
This was exhausting.
Eventually I found a flight of stairs that took me to level two. From then on the rest of the process went well, except for forgetting to take my camera out of my pocket.
I've never been in a plane following such a long line of other planes waiting to take off as I did tonight. I felt like we spent more time waiting to takeoff than we spent in the air.
The flight back to Texas seemed to go way faster than the flight to Arizona.
I'm a bit on the tired side, but I'm all wired up.
By morning I should know if it nice to be back. Or not.
I will say, right now, I am back in Texas freshly annoyed over how many things are so totally craptacular here. And freshly vexed as to why this is the case.