Oh, WHY Didn't I Fly?

I looked at my watch, knowing we were late, but hoping the bus I needed would be late also, that somehow I‘d make it.

It wasn’t to be, so I slid down the concrete block wall and onto the not-quite-clean linoleum floor of the noisy bus station for my long wait. I’d been traveling over twelve hours already, and with the time added to this layover due to missing the connection here in Nashville my trip home would be taking close to twenty-four more.

I was tired. On my last nerve, but not the last leg of this long journey.