It’s 1:40am; I’ve just got back to my apartment in Seattle after flying LHR-ORD-SEA. Heathrow was a zoo, but not quite as bad as last time (55 minutes to check in, 35 minutes to get through security). We had strong headwinds all the way; both flights were 100% full, but at least I had aisle seats. Amusingly the Daylight Savings Time bug showed up in the airshow map software on the LHR-ORD leg. The display kept insisting that we were going to land at Chicago just after 4pm, even though the scheduled arrival time was after 5pm. As we taxiied in, a frustrated FA finally announced that “the local time is actually 5:20… the display is wrong.”
My next flight (to Reno) departs SEA in exactly 8 hours, so I figure I should be able to squeeze in 4 hours sleep… if I can actually persuade my body to sleep, of course! All this comes one day after I picked up my aunt from Weston-super-Mare to visit my mother at hospital in Oxford, and then drove her home again: total distance around 400 miles, in intermittent sleet, hail, bright sunshine, lashing rain, and gale-force crosswinds. It was a weird day…..