As I write this, I'm somewhere around 30,000 feet and heading home. It is about 9:00 pm local time and we're heading west. The setting sun lights up the clouds I look down upon in oranges and reds. The green of the land below comes up at me through the haze. It is a spectacular view.
Today has been a pretty good day. The course I was giving wrapped up early so we went out for a long lunch at a noisy but tasty Mexican place. They paid. I got out of there and hit the airport with tons of time to spare. As I was waiting in a long line in security, a new scanner opened up right in front of me and I was in and through in no time. After that I was hungry so I stopped off in Terminal A for a Five Guys burger: I was pleased to learn that they have a well deserved reputation for making a mean set of patties. Flew in to my first stop with a business lounge pass in hand, so I could hang out until the next flight in comfort. On the flight home, I scan through the list of movies on the screen in front of me and Fight Club is on. I had forgotten just how excellent this movie is. I really enjoyed it the first time, but it is even better the second time. If you haven't watched it twice, do yourself the favor.
My checked bag contains a razor sharp knife, a blowtorch, three bottles of booze, and $20 dollars worth of squeaky toys for the dog. I'll land while it is still light outside. Tomorrow the weekend starts. Life is good.