Last night I slept in my own bed. - One arm under a pillow and the other wrapped around my wife's waist. A smile on my face, still basking in the glow of a New Year's kiss with the woman of my dreams.
Tonight I am strewn out on the floor outside of Gate C8 in the Alaska Airlines terminal of the Anchorage Airport. It is 11:12 pm...if I was still on Central Standard Time - that'd be 2:12 am...yep, I'm tired.
I ate a great brick oven pizza and chased it down with a Southern Comfort and 7Up. I'm plugged in to the outlet and got my shoes kicked off. There are others like me, staring at the necessity of grabbing some shut eye in the presence of strangers and TSA.
This spot is more comfortable than the window seat in Row 12 F but it's nothing like home.
I miss my wife's fuzzy pajamas.
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