Made it!

It's been a long couple of days, and today was especially long, but I made it to Boston. That was after an inauspicious start to the day. Well, not quite the start, but the first leg of my flight. The day itself started much too early, after much too little sleep. But I dropped off the rental car and made it to the airport in plenty of time.

Then the benefits of first class flying really started becoming apparent. The checkin line was long, over fifty people. The first class checkin line was short, one person who was in the wrong lane. Then of course there is getting on the plane before everyone else.

But then there were some problems. I tried to raise the headrest so it wasn't poking me in the back, and the whole thing came off. I then made the mistake of asking the stewardess to help rather than just putting it back on myself. Apparently she's not allowed to do that sort of thing and they had to get a technician on the plane. But they had to call the technician anyway because some panel in the cockpit wasn't doing something properly. Eventually we started pushing back from the gate, only to quickly return. The left engine wasn't starting with the automatic starter so they had to get the technicians to use a manual starter. We ended up leaving about 40 minutes late, which wasn't so bad after having a drink (another perk of first class).

I half dozed, half read, and half listened to music on the flight to Chicago. Yeah, that's too many halves, but I was multitasking. I just wasn't quite awake enough to read much, and not positioned so that I could sleep. But I didn't have to worry about someone slamming their chair into my knees.

The second leg of the trip was much better. I sat next to a nice woman who had herself just moved to Boston from San Francisco area. Although she's had a month head start. The steward and stewardess were very proactive plying me with drinks, and by the time we landed I was quite happy. I would have been happy even without the drinks though.

I'm starting to nod off, even though my body should think it is 7:40. But between the sleep deprivation, the long day of travel, the meal I just ate, and the soak in the hotel's hot tub...

So goodnight from Boston!