But it's a good memory...even though I didn't go with her on those trips, there was something special about those mornings. Maybe it was just the break in the routine, or the fact that I often got to go stay with one of my friends while she was gone, but there is something so cozy and comforting about that memory.
Which is all to say that I don't mind early flights. It feels right to get up early and get on the plane before I'm fully awake. If I could be transported from my bed to the plane while I was sleeping, so I would simply awake when the captain announced our descent...well, I'd pay extra for that.
And so I am off to the ding-ding-ding of slot machines that no longer spit out actual money, so they have to recreate that sound electronically. (I suppose it would be creepy if the casino wasn't filled with constant noise.) I am off to get a little sunshine and have a lot of fun. See you next week!
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