The flights today were largely uneventful, although I will say the American Airlines cabin crew from Philadelphia to Phoenix was one of the worst I’ve ever experienced.
My sister and her husband gave us a ride home from the airport. As soon as we got inside the house, I realized we had no beer in the fridge. Either it was a total rookie move on my part, or the pet sitter drank it all; I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the pet sitter. We ventured out quickly to a local supermarket for beer, and now we’re in for the evening.
The cat doesn’t seem to have missed us.