It’s 3 in the morning and I’ve been traveling for 8 and a half hours so if this is in a language other than English I apologize.
I was shocked when I realized yesterday that my direct flight from DC to San Francisco was over six hours long – I might as well be flying to Europe! I don’t think it had ever truly sunk in just how far away The Best Friend and I live from each other until that moment.
So I was very excited tonight when I saw the individual screens on each seat when I boarded the plane. My flight to London last year went by in a flash because of all the movies available to watch. Sadly I soon realized that each movie on this flight came with an $8 price tag. In a cruel twist, the only thing that was free was the TV shows. Not helpful.
Luckily I had brought several books and The Android’s Dream turned out to be a lifesaver as I read it cover to cover during the flight: