Three Days Later

It's just shy of six o'clock in the morning and I'm seated next to my carry-ons in yet another airport, this time LaGuardia, awaiting yet another flight, this time westward to San Francisco, and if you include the nap that I took in the Lyft on the way here I have slept for a total of eight hours since my tipsy post from SFO on Thursday evening and, as it turns out, I'm pretty darn okay with that.