Playlist for the first leg: 13 Hours in Benghazi.
Chic-Fil-A closed on Sunday, as usual. But there is a good burger place across the way.
This is clever. I’m not sure if the rolling luggage has these extensions for another bag or for a kid! They were keeping up with mom just fine.
Ah, the glories of the lounge.
A fellow just asked for prayers for his sister Sue who has stage-4 pancreatic cancer.
Please stop and say a prayer her and her family.
Speaking of my view for a while, this wasn’t my view, but that of someone during Holy Mass this morning.
For the life of me I can’t figure out why everyone sits on the Gospel side of church, unless it is … I dunno. The Gospel side is packed and the Epistle side has a few individuals until you get to the back, then the pews are full. Did the ceiling cave in there once? “Come early and get a seat in back!” In any event, this appears to be just after Holy Communion, given that the housling cloth is in play.
Playlist for 2nd leg.
As I listen to “Rejoice! Rejoice! We have no choice”, I squeeze into the laughably mislabeled Delta Comfort+ seat. Good grief.
It may be the narrowest seat I’ve been in since the last narrowest seat I’ve been in.