So our meeting in Harrisburg went fine today, but the flight back was no picnic. It’s only 83 miles from the Harrisburg Airport to the Philadelphia Airport, but on a tiny prop plane with poor air conditioning in 90+ degree weather, it seems like an eternity. It was one of those times where I thought the air was going to kick in at any moment once we got in the air, but it never quite did. I tried reading for awhile, but finally had to shut my eyes and try to sleep through it. It didn’t work. Add the minor turbulence from flying at a lower altitude and it almost felt like I was on an amusement park ride. But I wasn’t at an amusement park.
I actually got on an earlier flight to Philly since there was only 45 minutes between the original flight and the connection to Atlanta. I am glad I did. Took me awhile to get to my gate and allowed me time to eat and go to the bathroom.
I didn’t watch the Thunder lose to the Heat tonight. Don’t like the outcome, but glad it’s over.