I flew to Las Vegas yesterday, the first time I’ve been able to return here since the pandemic shut down the world.
And it’s only the second time I’ve flown since the pandemic started. The only other flight I’ve taken was last summer from Portland to Denver. Back then, we were in that blissful reprieve where the vaccines were highly effective against infection and the Delta variant had not yet taken hold.
Even so, it was weird.
Flying is still weird.