Well, I’ve made it through security, oddly enough with plenty of time to spare — so I’ve been sitting here in the terminal, waiting for the purveyors of coffee to open shop so that I stand a somewhat reasonable chance of not ripping the head off of the first screaming toddler on the flight.
Boarding should start within the next ten minutes or so, but I’m not particularly concerned; I have a low number, which usually means I’ll board last. [They tend to board the plane from back to front]. I’ve shelled out a relatively reasonable sum so that I can have wifi access in the various airports that I’ll slog through. Never know when it’ll come in handy. Like now, for example. The computer is the only thing keeping me awake 
The terminal isn’t too crowded, but it looks like a small plane, which means we’ll all be jammed in uncomfortably. I’m contemplating selling myself for a cup of coffee at this point, but I suppose I’ll just wait for the cabin service.
Oooh, thank Jeebus — they’ve started boarding. If I don’t crash into the Rockies, I’ll write more later.
