I headed to the restroom halfway through the 5½ hour flight. It's best to go before one absolutely has to.
Planning paid off, as an abundance of blue tape signalled that one of the two restrooms in the main cabin was out of order.
I let a couple of people in obvious distress cut in front of me. Standing is better than sitting on a long airplane ride, so it was a win-win.
The rest of the flight went by uneventfully. After my brother picked me up we had lunch at the usual place, then went to see Mom at her assisted living residence.
In the evening the temperature was a cool-for-Hawaii 75 °F. However, to us snowbirds it's positively toasty.
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