One more workday, and then off to the sunny* climes of the southland. Already checked in, and boarding passes printed.
Sleep gets sacrificed. Many of the flights which deliver Alaskans to destinations in the Lower 48 depart in the wee hours here, due to connections and layovers in airports to the south. Oh, well.
So we'll land at the final airport having been up for 36 hours - and one person who shall remain nameless wanted to know if we'd stop by her house on the way to our hotel.
Um, NO. We wouldn't be fit for human company at that point. :)
I hope this day goes quickly, but I'm not going to stress about it. Y'all have a great one.
* And hot. And muggy. Yay.