Plane boards in an hour.  I’m typing in the departure lounge.  This is my least favorite time, in all truth.  When I checked in the guy told me that the flight had seven or eight empty seats throughout the craft, and that one of them was beside me.  I’m hoping that’ll stay that way, but they usually disappear.  I’ll keep my fingers crossed, though.  The plan is try to stay non-sweaty (weirdly my big problem befoe flying), get on the plane,  sleep for as long as possible. It takes fourteen and a half hours to cross the Pacific. If I could sleep for eight of them, that would be extraordinary.  I’ll be home in about 26 hrs. Can’t wait.