Time for the last phase.

My plane being pulled into gate across from the lounge. I was up at oh-dark for this early bird and all went well from door to lounge.
The Chicago lounge had a remarkably good breakfast offering … far better than the feeble effort in ATL.




Apart from these there was hot things available, eggy, sausagey, potatoey.
The first leg was JAMMED as is the second, but I’ve been upgraded and that helps.

As I slept through the first leg, I hope to sleep through the last.
On my flying trips I often put on this soundtrack… lest I forget.

And I have audio books… and a white noise maker if I really want to tune out under the influence of Bose.
Penultimate supper with my friends in Chicago…
RATS. I forgot to get a view of the final result. Grilled sausages and sautéed peppers on toasted buns. Pre-grill.

Last supper, fried clams and shrimps.

And some of the best, clearest ice around. It makes a difference especially because it melts very slowly.

Things don’t have to be complicated. And the best part is being with good friends.
Now… reprieve is over … Denuo ad metalla.
UPDATE
Just when you thought things were going to go without a hitch, a couple of enormous reps got on the plane and removed the extremely loud and foul mouthed passenger in the row behind me. Perhaps inebriated. Perhaps his demon was triggered. Perhaps he will eventually be allowed on another flight.
OFF WE GO