Well, I’m here. Here is a relative term I suppose as it currently refers to a taxicab stuck in traffic on the 101. But, on a larger scale, here means Arizona.
The flight seemed long, but in reality landed 45 minutes ahead of schedule. There’s even a slight chance that Ilana will still be up when I get to her place.
As it’s already 1:30 in the morning by my clock, I’m just about ready to pass out for the night. Just gotta make sure this cabbie gets me to Gilbert in one peice (he’s a former NYC cabbie. Just my luck).