My flight back to Vermont was pretty stress free. I am happy to report that no one was dragged off the plane kicking and screaming. No public arrests were made.
I have figured out that the airlines follow this rule: The less the time between landing and take-off for any transfer, the greater the distance between the two gates. Theoretically, there was plenty of time, but unfortunately the plane from Sarasota had to sit on the tarmac for a very long time waiting for a clear path to the gate at the stop in Charlotte. I made it as the next plane was boarding after a mad dash across the airport.
It was cold and rainy when I got to Vermont. Supposed to be this way all week. Of course my heat was at very low setting so it took a day and a half to warm everything up. I was bundled up for my trip to the grocery store but everyone else was in shorts and maybe a long sleeved shirt. 50 degrees...people should not have to live like this! (But do I get any sympathy at all??)
It really looks like springtime though. The grass is green. Robins are hopping around in the yard.
Some flowers are in bloom. Trees and crabapple blossoms are budded out.