Back to the valley

It was a ridiculously early time of day, one that the Mrs. is not used to. She was grouchy and not wanting to take me to the airport at a time that makes early risers seem like sleepyheads.

And beside that, it was a particularly uneventful trip. No constantly yakking women, no flames, no nuthin’. The worst I had was a doctor that kept falling asleep and never said a word to me.

If all my trips were this boring, I could learn to like airlines.