You know how for some flights you have to get to the airport at some ridiculous hour, which means you have to wake up at an absolutely ludicrous hour to get there in time? Well, that wasn’t me, at least not the first part. My plane wasn’t leaving until the early afternoon, so I have no explanation as to why I was awake at 4:30 this morning…

Still, this abnormal wake up time may work in my favor. Sometimes it’s a bit hard to sleep on a plane, so maybe the yawning I’m doing now will turn into restful snoozing once we’re on our way.

I was hoping for a near empty flight, but as this is Memorial Day weekend, maybe that was too much to expect. ( Best flight I ever had was one from Chicago; I think it was before deregulation, and I would be surprised if there were more than a dozen of us on the plane. Absolutely awesome.)