Nov 22 2010

Howdy from the Heartland

Where it is an unsettling 69 degrees (21C) and very windy. We don’t have any of the right clothes for this kind of weather!

The flight to Chicago was long with several bouts of turbulence, one of which was violent enough that the entire flight crew had to be buckled in for what felt like a hell of a lot longer than 10 minutes.

I’ve been bounced around in a plane before but the was the first time I’d ever been in one that was rocked off the horizontal so much. Dr. Darling, who is a high-anxiety flyer to begin with, nearly crushed the bones in my left hand during the drama. The seat on my right was empty and we had claimed the tray-table in front of it for our un-opened dinner drinks (a can of Carlsberg and a small bottle of chardonnay). Remarkably enough, I managed to catch the wine bottle one-handed as it tumbled off the tray-table on my blind side. It’s amazing the effect a little adrenaline can have on the reflexes.

Once things settled down, the purser announced that the captain would be walking through the cabin and be available for questions…clearly a move meant to reassure rattled passengers.  I mean, things had to be under control if the captain had time to step out of the cockpit, right? Fortunately the 2.5 hour ride from O’Hare to Lafayette was not nearly as eventful (thank God) and included a quick Taco Bell break in Merrillville. (W00T!)

We were home and in bed before 11 p.m. local time, but both the Swede and I were wide awake at 2:30 a.m. I finally gave up and got up around 4:00, and Dr. Darling joined me for a piece of my Mom’s homemade cherry pie around 5:00 (because jet-lag has its privileges). We both went back to bed at 6:00 and slept until 9:00, so we’ve had about 6.5 hours of sleep…just not consecutively, and we were up for about 22 hours straight before hand.

I’ve been fighting the urge to take a nap all afternoon and now I’m regretting that I didn’t give in to it. We’re having dinner with some friends tonight and and it will be really embarrassing if either one of us falls asleep in the middle of the meal. At this point it’s going to be touch and go.

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