travel

I hate flying.  Period.  I’m tall, so the seats are cramped, and add to that bad food, grumpy passengers, flight delays and turbulence, and what is there to like, frankly?  So whenever it comes time for me to take a trip, I have a sort of love/hate thing.  I’m excited to go, but I dread the getting there.  Right now I’m gearing up for my trip on Thursday.  It was originally just supposed to be a five day thing, but now with the addition of the university interviewing leg, it’s up to a week.  I fly Thursday, have an in-person