From November 29, 2018
My flight to Ft. Lauderdale departed 15 minutes early, landed 25 minutes early, and customs was virtually empty. I was actually in my car a few minutes before the flight was scheduled to land. My breathing had improved enough that I was not too winded by the long walk to the parking garage. I made it to the doctors by 2:45pm, stopping briefly on the way to pick up all the mail that accumulated during the 21 days I was away.