cramped seating, and rather inventively ordinary food.
You'd think anyone who got off a plane would be ready for *days* of sleep, not hours. But I'm not ready to crash even yet. It's as though I need something to hold my interest--three episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, say, or a PG Wodehouse Jeeves book I haven't read, if one existed, which it doesn't. I read Blandings' Way on the plane, which is remarkably pretty good, and it surprises me that I enjoy it so much when I have not read Mr. Blandings' Dream House. Two big meetings and then to a family wedding back in Arkansas tomorrow. This life's for me.
Thankfully, I have the wonderful posts by all my many friends to console in my sleepless post-midnight hour.
Thank you, everyone!