Although I know it's not terribly rational, I hate flying. Or rather, I hate thinking about flying, before the fact, and I hate take-off. Once up in the air, my fears pretty much disappear and I'm always absolutely enchanted with looking out the window and seeing the world in miniature, the great piles of clouds, the whole of the planet spread out below me, if only my eyes could stretch far enough.
( long, boring travel ramblings )I started skimming through ten days worth of back entries on my flist and was very sad to see all the crises that came up. So hugs to
llinos and
pipspebble as well as anyone else who needed hugs this past week. I hope you are all feeling much better now.
I had lots of deep, sleep-deprived thoughts on the plane, on the nature of cons and fans. Some of these thoughts are not terribly coherent but here they are, none-the-less.
( another long ramble )Anyway, that's what I was musing on in the wee hours of the morning as I ignored the inflight movie (Jersey Girl -- the same as the outbound flight) and failed to get any sleep.