We’re all just meat in this metal sausage skin called an aeroplane. Ick. The scenery is, well, mostly white and cloud-like. There is an assembly line of vacant bathroom, excuse me, lavatory seekers. There are sleepers, gamers, readers, listeners, criers (none right now, thankfully), workers, and writers. Oh, and there’s a knitter next to me. She spent the first hour and a half playing bejeweled on this huge laptop. Bet that was worth the pain of TSA. Me, I’m working on bladder and flatulence control. So far my seat mates are benefitting. All for now.
Btw, I have never posted from inside a plane. I can check that off the list now.