Chillax?

It's over. I've packed my bags, returned my key, tidied my classroom and filled the tank. I have three hours or so to burn at Philly airport. I make a dietary error and eat a Cheesesteak Hoagie. Even washed down with a pint of IPA it's a recipe for indigestion.

I doze to Year of the Cat while waiting for the boarding call. On the plane it looks like I may get three seats to myself. Maybe I'll be able to lie down in economy. Fingers crossed.

[30 seconds later - "Excuse me. I think I'm sitting right by the window". I'll move later.]