Blogging at 30,000 Feet

Welp, the trip home is over. The little lady was introduced around, to glowing reviews. There was plenty done: the Wreckyll, Atlanta Attractions, Savannah, Charleston, and the davidian compound we visited near Athens, Tennessee. Now, I'm sitting in a plane, about 3 hours away from landing in Munich. I'm sitting right behind the right wing, as seems to be my lot in life, I've never sat anywhere else on this flight.

Speaking of this flight, flew it the first time back in 1997, the first of many. I fell asleep before we left the runway, and woke up over Holland. Man-o-man, I wish I could still sleep on flights, now in my dotage. A friend of mine got a prescription for some sleeping pill, named something like Ambien, or Ambiex. He said he took one, and a little while later he just felt sleepy and lay down on the couch and took a nap. Sadly, that sounds like the perfect drug; at 35, I can imagine nothing better than taking a nap on the couch with the baseball game is on. I'd take that over heroin any day.