I was at lunch with one old and one new friend yesterday, and one of the topics that came up was the ability to sleep on planes.
Yet another skill I can add to the list of ones I don't have, along with card counting, lion taming and crowd estimating.
It's an eclectic list.
I have nothing but admiration for people who can do it. It must be nice to fall asleep as the plane is taking off in L.A., and open your eyes just as you're landing in New York.
Of course then you don't get to pick out all the hidden nuclear missile silos in the middle of the country (Here's a hint: the big circles with no crops around them).
My wife is blessed, and not just by being married to me. She has the talent, skill and God-given ability to close her eyes and sleep no matter where she is. When we fly places, she's literally out before the plane pulls out of the gate. Me? I keep busy making sure the in-flight entertainment has Comedy Central and I have enough magazines to get me across country.
On some flights, I can manage to get as far as drowsy. But I just can't go all the way. Which reminds me of something my high school girlfriend used to tell me.
Anyway, kudos to those of you who can dream of clouds while your head's in them. I wish I could do it.
If we're ever flying together and I have the window seat, I'll try not to wake you when I have to crawl over you to get to the bathroom.
And if I do, I'll just say you were dreaming.
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