It was a weird travel day. Our direct flight to Lubbock got rerouted just before we landed – there was a huge storm that got to Lubbock just ahead of us. We flew to the next closest storm-free town and sat on the plane for a couple of hours. During that time, the flight attendants did five (5!!!) separate head counts; I am not sure how the number could have possible changed from the number that was on the flight to begin with, but I guess you have to look useful or something. The first two times, the flight attendant was using some kind of electronic device to verify passengers; the last two times she was using an air-sick bag to record her counts. (Also, a little kid near me told me the bag was to breathe into in case you got scared.)

In the meantime, my husband was at the airport waiting for me. And it turns out not only was my seat mate’s husband also at the airport, but he was hanging out with MY husband.

Anyway, by the time I eventually got home, everything I saw was blurry like this photo.

Sky Harbor International Airport
Phoenix, Arizona
photographed 6.6.2026