It's been an interesting week to say the least. My body is finally getting its internal clock sorted, so 3am mornings and 7:30 evenings have come to a close. Despite best-made flight plans - the trip east was rougher than I had anticipated.
Something that I had not anticipated about the trip west was my seat: 19A. No biggie on the A321s and B737s that shuttle eastern Americans hither and yon, but on a KE 744 that's upper deck, left, exit row. I've never flown on a private plane but that's how I imagine it. Quiet. Fantastic service. Nobody else around. No luggage, no overhead bins, nobody who hadn't showered. I've always looked up those stairs and wondered... now I know that up there is valhalla for business travelers. A quiet valhalla from which ground staff seem very, very small.
Wednesday evening we trekked to WAHS for the Christmas chorale, choir, and orchestra concert. It was good; the thing that stands out is the tradition of a senior soloist rendering "O! Holy Night" with the backing of the entire choir and all alums present. It makes a rousing finale and we were still humming when we pulled back into 5815.
Friday, December 19, 2008