In retrospect, I would not have said yes to everything, which resulted in 10 flights across the course of a week, six days of airports. They are exhausting.
At any rate, I flew home for a brief 12 hours before flying to New York today. The flights yesterday were uneventful. I missed my third upgrade of the year on the high-elite route of Richmond-Atlanta. But I had an exit row aisle seat and used a drink coupon for a glass of wine. The flight departed a bit late due to a late-arriving aircraft and arrived a few minutes late into Atlanta.
I stood by for an earlier flight home, but it was oversold. I went to the nearest Sky Club and spent the better part of two hours there before my original flight home. That flight departed almost an hour late due to a traffic jam on the runway in Atlanta. But we made good time in the air and I only arrived 18 minutes late.