LONG FLIGHT HOME.

Here we go, in five seconds - the speed story.

Leg 1
On plane. Off plane. Left engine won't start. Barely make it onto second plane to get to Provo.

Leg 2
Wait in Provo for an hour in line. Barf. Get on plane. Sit, fly; simple.

Leg 3
Arrive in Miami. Wait on plane for an hour because little bridgey thing won't extend so we can get off plane. Watch clock tick by. Get off plane, go through customs. Realize my next plane has taken off without me. Get new flight for two hours later. Give man at desk design help for his home office.
Get on plane to Dallas. Sit and fly etc.

Leg 4
In Dallas, deplane and feel not so good. Island Tummy still hanging on. Realize my next plane has already started boarding. Begin running. Get a train to the other side of the airport with 4 other men also trying to get to Seattle. Get off train. Yell ahead to hold the plane. Run with suitcase and backpack through Dallas in flip flops. Run onto plane. Sit down and fly two seconds later.

Told Autumn to come an hour too late. Call and she comes. Her and Peda pick me up. Watch the first half Titanic (I never watch the part where the boat sinks - no use feeding fear). Bed at 3am pacific time, 6am my time. Awake this morning 6 short hours later. Very awake indeed. Homework. Breakfast. Bank. Laugh at how God provides.

4pm - Training at Pontis. Hmm. What to wear? I should be safe with dark pants and white colared shirt. Date with Jessica tonight. Manicures and a walk up to Queen Anne. Welcome home me. Praise God for always seeing me through.