Inventory. I thought I’d take inventory on the flights from Indianapolis to SLC via Minneapolis. A little planning based on what I believe I have to give and what I may be called upon to do through the rest of the year. I know it’s been said that life’s what happens to us while we’re making other plans, but it felt like making those plans today would be an excellent use of my flight time.
So, I took my charged up computer out of my carry-on bag and waited until we hit 10,000 ft when portable electronic devices were allowed. During take-off I did some preliminary planning. Just thoughts mostly. Made some mental notes I planned to sketch out in outline form as soon as I could turn my computer on. I felt some pretty good ideas start manifesting themselves as I shifted my seat to a mildly reclining position for better “pondering” for the few moments I had yet to wait to get to work.
It must have been at an elevation of roughly 9,898 ft. that I fell into the deepest sleep on an aircraft I have EVER known. All parts of my body fell asleep as well. Drool trickled out of the side of my mouth for the entire flight. When we landed I wondered who had dripped saliva all over me and why nothing responded when my brain suggested it was time to sit up straight. Whatever hit me, hit me hard. I slept so soundly even the cart passing by with free Diet Coke didn’t pull me out of my slumber. Once we landed and I stumbled off the plane I never got going. The rest of the day I felt like I was in a bit of a fog. Somewhere in the back of my mind I had this notion that I was supposed to be taking inventory of my life, my plans, my mission, my songs. Everything. I never got around to it because, quite frankly, I never really woke up.
So, have I ever written about what an unexpected joy it is to sleepwalk. No? Well, today, that’s my story and I’m stickin’ with it.
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I did Sudoku till my eyes were drooping. Then read a Dick Francis novel that was actually interesting enough, it kept them from falling entirely closed. I hate to waste that lovely drifty time when you’re the only one in your seat row, and there’s this lovely drone of the engines and absolutely no responsibility . . .
Last night as I slept in the pediatric unit watching over my son I remembered a time a few years ago when I was again in the pediatric unit watching over another son. I couldn’t rest the entire time because in the ped. unit they have video cameras so they can keep an eye on your child and heaven forbid they see me sleeping with my mouth open…..drooling…….etc.
Last night I had to laugh. I didn’t care, I didn’t care if they saw me sleeping with my mouth open, drooling, picking my nose, passing gas. I could care less! I was exhausted and if they they got a smile out of me flopped on a cot appendages going in all different directions while I snored in between interruptions………so be it.
Bahhahahahahaha! So funny…thanks for that…my eyes are watering… thanks for that…