Jog, walk, sprint.
I think the 24+ hours of transit finally caught up to me. Bedtime seems like a really good idea.
Looks like my bag is getting a more direct flight than I am. Beats the alternative, I guess.
So close to First Class. ATL > SEA, which is weirdly not my final destination today.
Today I learned—by walking it—the distance between Terminal F and T in Atlanta's airport is 1.4 miles.
