live from heathrow
Because I have so much flight anxiety, I am almost always really early to the airport. The only exception to this was when I was traveling once a week or so out of the Oakland airport, and I got so used to the routine (and not checking bags) that I would roll into the gate just in time to walk on the plane.
I got up at 5AM this morning for a 10AM flight from London's Heathrow to SFO. I reset the alarm for 5:30, hit snooze three times, ate some instant oatmeal (brought from home for the trip, because last time I was here I didn't eat breakfast once), got in a car, encountered absolutely no traffic, and thus had almost three extra hours to just sit in the airport. Bah. My laptop battery is running down, but I felt it was a better choice than reading the book I brought with me. I'll want that for the plane.
This particular trip, I struck a better balance, I think, between work and play. When I was here in March, I went out almost every night of the week, drank a lot, ate poorly, smoked a lot, worked an average of 16 hours a day, and slept like crap. This trip, I managed to keep going out to just two nights (one late, one early), ate as healthy as possible, and basically made it back to the airport without feeling like death. Yay, me! Perhaps, when I'm back in just two weeks, I'll even make it to the gym.
For posterity, I'm on United flight 955, leaving Heathrow at 10:05AM and landing in San Franciso at 12:55PM.
I got up at 5AM this morning for a 10AM flight from London's Heathrow to SFO. I reset the alarm for 5:30, hit snooze three times, ate some instant oatmeal (brought from home for the trip, because last time I was here I didn't eat breakfast once), got in a car, encountered absolutely no traffic, and thus had almost three extra hours to just sit in the airport. Bah. My laptop battery is running down, but I felt it was a better choice than reading the book I brought with me. I'll want that for the plane.
This particular trip, I struck a better balance, I think, between work and play. When I was here in March, I went out almost every night of the week, drank a lot, ate poorly, smoked a lot, worked an average of 16 hours a day, and slept like crap. This trip, I managed to keep going out to just two nights (one late, one early), ate as healthy as possible, and basically made it back to the airport without feeling like death. Yay, me! Perhaps, when I'm back in just two weeks, I'll even make it to the gym.
For posterity, I'm on United flight 955, leaving Heathrow at 10:05AM and landing in San Franciso at 12:55PM.