I’ve reached the point in my life where 24+ hour flights with stops feel like 30 minute drives to a toddler. I’m fine for the first several hours, but the second half feels like I’ve been sucked into a vortex of pain, helplessness, sore legs, slow time, and ice cream. Ice cream does always make everything better, doesn’t it?
Written from somewhere over the Pacific…
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