United stuck right with my two-hour delay in Denver last night, so I arrived home around 12:30 in the morning without further disruption.
The funny thing is that by the end of these long summer travel days, the airports are almost silent...in stark contract with the palpable tension in the terminal just hours earlier. The remaining delayed travelers seem to have accepted their fate, and people settle down with a book, or a video game, or in one case I spotted in Denver...knitting.
For me, the delay was a fitting bookend to a stressful trip all around. Fortunately, I got to meet fantastic coworkers in Miami, who invited me into their fold like old friends.