My bump from the plane last night got me to the hotel and in my room by ten. That’s three hours after my flight was supposed to leave. It’s even later than I would have gotten home if my flight had been on time.
And, of course, the flight this morning was at 5:45. I needed to get there by 5. So I was there at 4:45.
We landed at 8. R left the house in a hurry and arrived before I got off the plane.
It’s good to be home.