Snakes on a Plane III

Explanation of this post can be found HERE.

Unable to rant as Beatrice was sleeping in my arms for more than half of the flight.  Flight has been ok.  There was a moment when I thought, “Hmmm. Maybe I’m really not THAT paranoid of flying. I’m fine.” Then a little turbulence came and my heart started racing again.

I think that it is the long tedium combined with the fact that I am in a LARGE, heavy, metal, fuel propelled object that is up in the air, defying all laws of gravity (but not, perhaps, physics, which in retrospect, I probably should have taken in high school).  Three to four hours to think about my imminent death and what my parents will find in my house as they sort through my stuff? Will people remember me in 10 years?  Will my funeral be martinis at a swanky bar as per my unwritten wish? Will it hurt? Will it be loud?  Will I rise to the occasion, like that mother in Titanic and just read my kids a story, calm as a cucumber knowing we will all be dead soon?

The captain just told me to turn off my computer. See, not a lot of time to rant.  But so far, I’m not dead, so if/when I land, I’ll upload this mini post.

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