A terminal full of gates at an airport with blue skies outside waiting for arrivals and departures.

There was simply too much walking, too little comfort and too low odds of avoiding illness, so we made it home, me with my lovely parting gift of a cough and headache, lozenges crammed into my jaws and fear of in-flight turbulence distracted by illness, a middle seat’s worst nightmare and a renewed perception of the walking, BART riding and driving from my last gate to my front door.

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