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     We made it home late last night. Our flight out of Lexington was delayed and I had some vague concerns about missing the connection in Philadelphia (again...). But it was a long enough connection that I wasn't too concerned. We eventually made it and had to take a shuttle across the airport. The American Airlines app said that the flight was loading, but it was not. I guess there was a plane and a crew, but the plane was super hot and they were trying to cool it down. Whatever, as long as they eventually let us get on it to go home, I was fine waiting a little bit. They did eventually let us get on the plane and then I feel like we had to sit for a bit, but I was reading and didn't really care. Just as long as they brought us to Hartford, eventually (that night) that was pretty much all I cared about. 

     We did eventually take off for our 42 minute flight. One of the girls behind me, maybe halfway into the very smooth flight, started freaking out. Full blown sobbing panic attack. Absolutely nothing I could do about it. I did manage not to get super pissed off when someone kept slamming into the back of my seat (interrupting my nap). I think it was the girl's mom, which is why I was vaguely annoyed at all. Anyway, the other daughter (for the record, both kids were teenagers) refused to keep her seatbelt on and the mom was snapping at her and trying to sooth the freaking out one (while also sort of snapping at her for having a panic attack). A couple of the flight attendants were telling stories to the girl, trying to help her to be calm and one of them looked over at Travis, asked the guy next to me if we were together, then asked me if Travis and I were together, I said yes and she ignored me and asked Travis if he was OK. Now if she had asked in a nice way (or not just ignored me) I wouldn't have been annoyed. But it was one of those really snotty, judgey are-you-OKs. Travis was rocking. And smiling a bit, because he really likes to fly and he gets excited. To be fair, it was kind of dark on the plane and you couldn't really see his sunflower lanyard. But I looked at the woman, said "he's autistic and he's actually having a great time, he loves flying" and then I looked away. Maybe I am overly sensitive, but after a weekend of people being so genuinely happy to see Travis happy and rocking out (what we usually call it, since he's clearly having such a great time!) and then she asked in sort of a rude way. Maybe somehow this not-young flight attendant had never in her career seen anyone stim. Maybe she was concerned that she would have more than one person freaking out on the flight. No clue. But she left us alone and Travis kept enjoying the flight. We got to Hartford, they had all of our luggage, and we found the car without much hassle. And went home. 

     

    My bed is not comfortable. But last night it was super comfortable. I don't think I moved until my alarm went off this morning. I noped at getting up and called Travis's van company to say we got in late (we did) and I was going to let him sleep today. He can go to Sunshine Village tomorrow. I went back to sleep and I eventually got up I started sorting the luggage. I got 3 loads of laundry separated out, took the loot photo, and took sales photos. I got to work on putting things away, finding room for the new things and so on. I did manage to finish all of the laundry, I got a lot of stuff put away, and I am so tired. I feel like I have done almost nothing today, even though I have been doing things nearly all day. 

    I do have at least 2 more posts I want to do about our trip to Kentucky. Hopefully soon.