To Sleep, Perhaps to Dream!

I got 3 hours of sleep Sunday night.

It is my own fault, We had a 6 AM flight, so I was up at 3 AM to shower, dress, prep the house, zip up the suitcases and drive to the airport. So… any logical person would have gone to bed sometime before midnight, but somehow Sunday got away from me. I worked on a project that a teaming partner decided to kill and I ended up spending about 2 extra hours with a service provider getting some things taken care of before I left town– so I ended up packing much later than i’d planned.

Then i was surprised when i dropped the car off at the parking lot.  The line for the shuttle bus was very long– 2 were filled before I could board mine.  Monday is “off to the races day” for road warriors, so I’m used to busy Monday’s at the airport, but it had been a cheaper flight — which usually means a less popular flight.  Instead, the flight was full and possibly overbooked. They announced they were potentially offering vouchers for anyone who would take a later flight.  Philip and I volunteered, because this is one of the very rare days where we could adjust our schedule, but they didn’t want 2, and apparently someone missed the flight, because as far as I know, no one got a voucher.

I did, however, get a middle seat on both legs of my flight, which makes it harder to sleep. Philip had the aisle,   The man who got “my” window seat on the first flight was looking at pictures of birds– no captions or stories, just pictures of birds–on his i-Pad, then slept a bit.  The guy on the second flight slept the whole time.  I slept off and on during both flights, but I find it hard to sleep in the center seat, since I’m busy trying not to touch the stranger next too me.

One thing that made me laugh this morning was when Southwest announced , as they always do, after about the first 60 ticket holders board the plane  “If you are travelling with small children you may board now.” I couldn’t help but edit the sentence to “If you are travelling with small children on this flight, you either are suffering through an out of town  emergency or you have incredibly bad planning”.  It was no surprise there were no kids on this particular flight.

Fortunately for me, we got our rental car, drove 2 hours to our hotel and checked in. Time from out my house door to in the hotel door was just over 8 hours. Clients tomorrow, but a nap today!