It is hard to wake up early in the morning when you are full of cough medicine and sleeping sweetly, but up I got, and to the airport we went, and to Las Vegas we go.
It is cold enough that I get to watch the planes being de-iced as I sit by the window waiting to board. It is warm enough that the concrete is as wet as if it had just rained. Such snow as we got is melting now with a vengeance. Peter is in the Altitunes store looking for a movie to amuse himself with as we fly. I have amused myself with a further dose of medicine and the prospect of a nap once aboard.
They promise to give us lunch during the flight. They used to give everyone lunch, but now it seems as though you have to fork out for First Class on Delta in order to get treated in any way like a person. Everyone used to get a hot lunch. I remember that. I guess real metal cutlery is out in any case, but still… Food. One can dream.
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