On the Ground in Phoenix
I’ve been here for about an hour and 15 minutes. I made it to the plane, but my luggage (with my checked firearm) caught the next plane. I’m waiting for it to hit the carousel. Then I have to take the bus to the parking lot, find my truck, get it out of hock and drive an hour and a half home. My body says it’s almost 2:00AM.
I think I’m going to be late to work tomorrow.