Every good thing has to come to an end, so yesterday I left Phoenix and flew back to St. Louis. I had one last breakfast with Son Tony, then dropped him off at work. I got on the Interstate one more time (fortunately it was after rush hour so the traffic wasn't too bad), and stopped at a gas station to give the car one last fill up.
Once I got to the car rental return facility everything worked like clockwork. I dropped the car off without having to wait in a line. There was an airport shuttle bus waiting right outside the door which took me directly to my terminal. I had to stop at a self-serve kiosk to print out my boarding pass, but the security line was very short, and the TSA agents weren't crabby.
The flight was uneventful. It always takes less time to fly to the east, and I arrived back in St. Louis three hours after I left Phoenix.
The balmy, spring-like weather that I'd had in Phoenix was replaced by St. Louis chill. However, I noticed that while I was gone the Bradford Pears and redbud trees had bloomed, so I'm guessing the weather was nice part of the time. After a quick stop at the grocery store for a gallon of milk and something for dinner I arrived home. The cats were waiting to greet me, wanting to know just where I'd been.