Behold! I have a new chapter for those of you reading along.
I got about two thousand words done on the flight back from Salt Lake City. The flight itself was entirely uneventful, but we had a tiny bit of excitement on the way to the airport. For reasons that remain unclear, my phone kept switching between Central and Mountain time while I was there. This led to my flight appearing on my calendar an hour later than it actually was.
Fortunately, because I am a paranoid traveller at this point, I’d planned on arriving at the airport two hours early. Howard was a little early to fetch me and drove like we were in a video game. I breezed through security and arrived at the gate with plenty of time. Whew.