We left for the airport at 7:30 this morning. It was raining, which seemed appropriate somehow. Apparently we’re leaving just as the weather is started to turn colder. Nola’s dad gave us a ride to the airport, which made for a much less emotional goodbye, fortunately.
The flight was tougher because we left in the morning instead of at night, so it was hard to get any sleep. I reclined my seat to lay flat for less than 3 hours during the entire flight. By the time we landed in L.A. I was feeling a little zombified. We cleared customs quickly and got to the Delta Lounge right around 9:00 AM. Our flight to Phoenix was scheduled for 12:20 when I originally booked it. It was moved to 12:44 a few months before we left.
Which would have been fine, except it didn’t end up actually taking off until 2:30. By that point I was afraid of passing out before we got on the flight. My ear had started bothering me while we were in Sydney and combining that with sheer exhaustion made me feel incredibly dizzy. We had another celebrity sighting while we were waiting in the lounge – Gary Busey sat down in the chair behind me. He is just as creepy looking in person. He also showed off some butt crack when he got up to leave, as his pants were too big. I really didn’t need to see that.
We finally made it back to our house around 4:30. Of course I couldn’t do the one thing I really wanted to do, which was take a long shower. We have a plumber coming tomorrow morning to replace the hot water heater that died 3 days after we left the country. Hopefully that’s the last of our household back luck for a while.