I read the sign in Seattle that said my flight boarded at 9 AM (even though it was supposed to leave at 8:20) so I didn't rush to get on the plane; at about 9:05 I walked over to the gate, only to find that everyone else had boarded and they were calling my name over the PA. Off to a great start. I got onto the plane and was fortunate to get one of the few seats with no one next to me. The flight was pretty good; we flew right over a property that I really want to buy someday, although it's not for sale at the moment and even if it was, no chance at this point.
In San Francisco, I had enough time to make my connection, although it was close. Once on the plane, we sat for an hour before it took off. Also on board, about thirty high school kids from Boston who were returning from an overseas trip somewhere in Asia. Draw your own conclusions about how awesome that must have been. My favorite part -- the girl with the potato chips walking up and down the aisle, giving chips to everyone from the high school group, but not to anyone else who might have smelled them and wanted to eat some.
After about five hours in the air, we flew a few S patterns before landing, thanks to congestion. We landed in Boston and waited awhile longer while they fixed the broken walkway that connects the plane to the gate.
I found my ride and headed to their home for the night, met the dog I was taking, Bradley, and after dinner and hanging out a bit, I finally got some sleep -- while the Bradley wasn't barking or pooping on the floor.
My flight is loading; gotta go.
