September 12, 2010
In the Sky Againentry,
While you read this, I'm almost certainly hurtling through space in a pressurized metal tube (it depends, I guess, on what time zone you're in, when you usually read comics, and whether or not my flights are on time, but STATISTICALLY SPEAKING the preceding statement is true). I never cease to be amazed by air travel, probably because I never cease to be terrified by it. Mostly it's just take-off and landing, but clear-air turbulence sends me into white-knuckled frights too.
I'll be home soon, though. It's amazing how quickly I can cross one ocean and the better part of a continent. I really should be thankful I wasn't born 100 years ago. This trip would take forever, would be much more likely to kill me, and when I arrived in Utah I'd have little choice but to be a farmer.
I'd make an awful farmer. I've got a terrible work-ethic.
Speaking of which, I've got to get on top of the buffer when I return. Or not. Maybe I'll take a day and just sleep.