I got up at 3 a.m. Central time for my 6 a.m. flight.
At 3:50 a.m. while printing my boarding pass I realized my flight wasn't until 7:50.
Which meant I didn't need to be up, dressed and about to leave.
So I did the mature thing and went back to bed.
I've now completed my first flight where I was in the very last row of the small plane, directly across from the restroom. By some twist of fate no one was in the set next to me.
Again, being a mature 30 year old woman I loosened my seat belt, lifted the arm rest and curled into a little ball until we touched down in Phoenix.
Since we are 30 minutes early and our gate has another plane still attached I'm stifling my inner child's desire to scream for someone to bring me Starbucks. Because I'm tired, cranky and hate work interfering with my weekends.
And I still have one more flight to go.
Hoping for an ocean view once I make it to San Diego.
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