Tontine therapy

September 3rd, 2012

Airborne again

The time between time in various locations including Afghani and Russian airspace.

Oh, Fate, you cruel mistress!  We board and, after much shuffling of seats, a quick round of "who's child is that?" and some warm-up screaming, we've now got two pre-teens, two toddlers and a new born sitting well within range of a tactical pillow strike.

The two older girls turned out to be great; didn't hear a peep out of them all night but the toddlers and the new born totally live up to my expectations.  Trying to sleep on a plane is hard enough without being woken up (despite earplugs and two what-barely-passes-for-pillows over my head and ears) at irrregular but increasing frequency by children wailing.