Let me tell you a secret… <shhh>
I deal with layovers better than I deal with parking. It is one of those moments you don’t exist… no one can reach you (if you so choose) no one necessarily knows where you are… you have no responsibility but “kill time”.
Imagine that… to hang in limbo. No responsibilities, nothing but time to think, or read… or do nothing. There are few moments in life (like waiting for a parking spot) where everything is out of your hands enough that you can just “be”
no straightening up the office, no cleaning the house, no catching up on errands…
just “be”.
It is good fun if you can get into it.
Layovers are the portal into walking the Tao.