May 3, 2014
Confession time. There are days I sincerely, truly, desperately miss the skinny me of my youth. Days of flying are certainly those days. Who designs airplane seats anyway? Perhaps folks who resemble the skinny me of my youth.
Or maybe it’s just from being in a car way too much, living out of a suitcase in motels, or having two cross-country flights in six days. But I have to say, the woman next to me on the plane was WAY too talkative and too invasive of my personal space.
Now what was that I said on Day #117 about tolerance….???