See, the one thing I never skimp on is yarn

I may carefully plan being able to wear all my tops with both jeans and dressier pants (for nicer dinners...they dress up more in Europe), and I may get stingy with shoes (the ones I have on and nicer ones for dinner...that's it), and I may have travel sizes of every conceivable toiletry, but I never get on a plane with less than two WIP's and one haven't-started-yet. Ever.

The Yarn Harlot runs out of yarn

And as far as the pilots go, what drives me bonkers is when they come on the intercom and start talking about altitude. Here I am, knitting away, living in a fantasy world where I am somehow in my living room that suddenly mysteriously resembles an airplane and not really 35,000 feet in the air with my life in the hands of people I don't know the first thing about, and inevitably the pilot has to come on and start talking about how high we are...and all the things to see out the windows, which I don't look out, btw.

I do fly a lot, but I do it pretty much in complete denial, although I did look out the window on the approach to Las Vegas after I psyched myself into an alternative existence.

I'm packed and ready except that the kitchen needs cleaning. I'll leave for the airport in 45 minutes. I may get there before my two hour early thing, but I'm a little concerned about rush hour since I have a 6:50 flight and even though it is ordinarily 15 minutes from my door to the check-in counter, evening rush hour is going the same direction I am.