We came back from New Mexico last Thursday. The plane was slightly late getting off the ground, but we were only fifteen minutes’ behind upon landing. It was one of the more pleasant plane trips I’ve had—as uneventful as one could hope for. My sprained ankle is almost healed, but it wasn’t when we flew out, and the cramped space between seat rows meant I had to keep my feet rigid for almost two hours, which played havoc with my ankle. On the return flight I managed to get a seat in the emergency exit row, which is more spacious, so I could stretch my legs. …
