Last night, after rummaging around on the internet for travel supplies (just a plug adaptor and a toiletries kit, for God's sake), I couldn't get to sleep. I was awake until 4 am.
Wide awake. I got up twice, per the sleep therapist's advice. I read a cookbook, which I usually find very soothing. I took some Benadryl, which I'm trying not to do. It was all related to the plug adaptor and the toiletries kit, I knew it. Travel makes me anxious, vigilant, mildly wacko.
This morning I resolved to never, ever do anything related to travel planning after 12 noon, the same cut-off I have for drinking caffeine.
But then...lurking in the back of my brain was this idea that I should check our reservations for a flight to Boston in May. So I did. The airline had switched planes for that flight and moved us to the back of the plane to very bad seats. From Row 7 to Row 24.
Lamaze breathing. Dash to the phone. I yanked the cord out of the wall to cut off a incoming reminder call from CVS Pharmacy. Then I plugged the cord back in and called United Airlines. An unapologetic but pleasant man switched us back to Economy Plus in reasonable seats--that is to say, you don't need to be a double-amputee to sit in them.
Now what? I'm trying to be low-key about upcoming trips, but at this point we have seven plane reservations. Do I check them all weekly to make sure the airline hasn't moved us to seats that will make me feel claustrophobic and as though I need a hip replacement after hours of writhing? Do I worry only in the morning, per sleep therapist, about travel arrangements?
For the first time in a month, I swiped a brownie from the Starbuck's haul Jerry picked up for the Food Pantry this morning. Me, Mrs. Virtuous-on-a-Diet. (There are fewer calories if you cut it into quarters.)
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| Blame United |
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