Readers, listen to me, and listen to me well.

If your child is not old enough to speak, your child is not old enough to fly.

We're on the plane now, after our gate got changed a few hundred times and I tried to send Jake an e-mail on the public computers, but the mouse was being goofy and word “backstory” became

“backstor
o”

Met a woman in line who plays football (soccer) in Tromso, she's from Denver originally. Apparently working on a Master's, I forget the exact phrasing, but basically Peace Studies. It was Peace Something and Conflict Management. She said she had just been in training in Turkey. Apparently there's a college in Colorado with 3 or 3.5 week block scheduling, like Hiram's 3-week but year-round. Crazy, eh?

Flying out was cool, I actually stayed awake long enough AND it was bright enough to see the landscape for once. Just coated in snow, lots of forests, tiny little towns, pretty mountains in the distance. Right now there's a great sunset to my left out the window. A baby in the row behind me woke me up crying, and I've been more or less miserable since listening to it being miserable. I think it's in the bathroom now. Poor kid, it must be hell on their ears. But yeah, Tromso in probably less than an hour. And seriously, don't fly with babies. Just don't do it.

Tuesday, March 23rd , roughly 6:30 PM local time