I spent most of today traveling from Boise to Chicago by way of Las Vegas.
I woke up feeling the familiar thing pain. I was able to spend some time waking up before heating up leftovers for breakfast. I ate all the chicken, but not all of the injera (sour cream pancake). I read Castle Roogna by Piers Anthony while I ate; it was the first book I found on my friend’s shelf that I’d already read. And I read after breakfast to let my phone charge fully.
At Boise, security room a long time. Every time I put the heating pad through, whatever bag it’s in gets pulled. This time, they told me they needed to run it through the scanner again, but that just put me at the end of the line as it got pulled for review again. The agent gave my heating pad a thorough contact test, but it was clear.
The flight to Vegas was uneventful. I got Wendy’s for lunch because I was craving a burger. I haven’t eaten fast food in a long time. It was okay. Satisfied my craving.
I had a little over 3 hours of waiting, and I did not gamble. I always think about just spending a small, set amount, but I never do. I feel it would be difficult to pull myself away, especially now.
I did spinal oscillations for my Move U practice while at the airport. I just did it without thinking about the fact that people could be watching me. Most of them were watching their phones anyway.
One advantage of checking in late is that I didn’t care about getting an aisle or window. I was resigned to middle, and chose the closest possible on each flight. That landed me on row 2 for the long leg to Chicago, and it was nice to get off the plane so quickly.
I met up with my parents at baggage claim, where we first waited for niece, and then her luggage. It was a happy coincidence that she and I were flying into the same airport on the same day. We got out by 11 pm, and I’m writing this as we drive to my brother’s.
It was a long day of travel, but I got through it. Nothing terrible happened. So I hope my stomach pains start to subside soon. This flare up has been going on too long. I’m really tired of it.
I didn’t think too much about Ambrose today. When I was listening to music on the way to Chicago, I had to skip some songs. But I held it together.