While you’re reading this entry, I am probably somewhere in the sky trying to get some shut eye. Hopefully I won’t have a stranger grabbing my arm for dear life like during the last transatlantic flight homeward bound. I try to reassure nervous passengers whenever possible (it actually distracts me from my own anxieties) (no, flying never gets any more fun no matter how many miles you log), but there’s something uneasy about a grown adult digging her sharp nails into your arm each time there’s a bit of turbulence. 

See you from the road!