Wow is this a LONG flight! Does any one know if a 747 is capable of mid-air refueling, because it feels like we’ve been up here forever, which I know is impossible due to a simple mass/energy balance. (Nine years of engineering school, baby, and not a minute of it wasted!) It is now 13 hours in, and I think we have a couple of more. According to the little timeline on the menu they gave me, breakfast is served about three hours before landing. I just finished slurping Raisin Bran and a quite tasty little muffin, so I’m figuring we’ll land in two hours or so. To sum up, I have watched two movies, The Proposal and My Life in Ruins (which was quite cheesy and I am not at all disappointed that I didn’t see it in the theater), four episodes of Two and a Half Men, three episodes of M.A.S.H., and listened to the Eagles, Elvis, and U2 on the music channels. I will say, the in-flight entertainment is pretty comprehensive. The lady sitting beside me told me that I did, in fact, sleep through dinner, and apparently distribution of snack bags. I kept looking around and all these people were snacking on stuff out of these little bags, and I didn’t have one and I was hungry (I have grazed my way ‘round the world!), so I leaned over and asked her where she got that (you know I am not bashful where food is concerned!). That’s when my little aisle mate friend told me she put mine under my seat.! That was sweet of her! Oatmeal cookies, M&Ms, and a bottle of water.
I’ve also almost finished Robert Parker’s new book, too, bringing the to-Australia total to three. (Parker’s book is just okay--if you’re already a Spenser fan, it’s worth checking out, but don’t get it to start out your Spenser worship.) It’s also finally daylight…I didn’t realize it was physically possible to fly in the dark for that many hours, although I guess it is due to the relative motion of the sun and flying toward the date line yada yada yada. I’m sure I could find an equation and do a calculation, but I fear I am suffering brain fry. Why, I can barely remember the structural differences between Kevlar and Nomex!
I have thus far resisted the duty-free shopping, but there are several very cute things that I can always pick up on the way home (again, trying to minimize schlepping stuff all over the country)! David and I aren’t sitting together, and a couple of people who will be on our tour are sitting with him. Hopefully they are nice.
First order of business when we get to the hotel is a huge bottle of water and a shower! For a woman accustomed to showering two times a day, I am now on hour 36 of yesterday (?) morning’s shower and I am grody. Ick Ick Ick.