Now Boarding

I'm staring at the McDonald's sandwich I just bought with more than a little trepidation as I start this post. My flight takes off in about an hour and a half, and there's nothing to do except put off eating my Sausage Biscuit with Egg for a few more minutes. The guy across the aisle from me is struggling mightily to sleep in these deceivingly awful waiting chairs. He's managed some impressive contortions so far, including several I didn't think were possible unless one had several decades of yoga experience.

Here's an idea: rent out one of those airport shops, and start a nap clinic! It would need soundproofed sleeping areas, because airports are loud, and some method of waking clients up peacefully. Also, the employees would have to be screened for massive amounts of patience, because the only thing worse than airport travelers are ones who have just woken up.

But seriously--I'd design a sort of sci-fi sleeping cot, with a transparent, sound-proof...lid, I guess you'd call it. It'd have that awesome foam sleeping stuff, and a nice pillow, and the lid would gradually light up when people wanted to wake up. They could also have an employee wake them up, too. I'd charge people by the hour, and sell sleep paraphernalia in the lobby. You saw it here first, ladies and gentlemen. No stealing.

Moving on from silly ideas, I'm finally starting to get truly, viscerally excited. In some ways I'm dreading the next 30 odd hours of travel, but I think it'll be really, really cool.

Now it's only half an hour 'till boarding, but my sandwich isn't looking any more appetizing. I'm thinking it's a lost cause. That 30 wasn't a typo, by the way. I won't get to Jonkoping until 6:00 tomorrow night (CET, or the Swedish time zone). I'm flying to Washington right now, and I'll land in Dulles close to 4:00. Then, my flight to Copenhagen takes off at 5:15, and I'll get there (plus the time change) at 7:00 in the morning. It's a short hop to Stockholm at 8:00, and then I'll wander through customs, and grab a train to Jonkoping at around noon. Finally, after a stopover in Nassjo, I'll stumble into Jonkoping. I anticipate a good night's sleep.

On a side note, some lady sat down right in my line of sight out the window, preventing me from watching the planes take off and land for fear of appearing like I'm staring at her. Drat.

Oh, and I threw the sandwich away.

Cheers,
Daniel