Flying Westjet always makes things go smoother
Given the debacle of getting to the airport the last time I flew home, I left my apartment two and a half hours early for my flight. This time, though, I had so much time left over that I went to a Swiss Chalet inside the airport and had a quarter chicken before going through security.
I finished all of my readings for Monday’s classes on my flight by the time we reached the Manitoba/Saskatchewan border. I should fly home more often.
