I got back from a business trip taken as my alter ego. It was a short hop, but it had me spending the good part of two days in airports. I did manage to get a little editing in, but not as much as I hoped.
One of my co-workers mentioned that they’re going to start offering wireless internet on airplanes and how cool that would be. Her kids would complain about flying because they have to go so long without Internet. (Scary, huh?)
That would be awful! Now my boss could expect me to work the entire time I’m travelling. It’s already heinous that I spent most of my day staring at my laptop even though I was sitting at the airport terminal.
I know, I know. I wouldn’t have to plug in. I could still read or write or stare at the clouds like I do now. But I’m addicted to the soma. Like Robert Downey Jr. says, I have a gun in my mouth but I like the taste of the gun metal.
I really do enjoy the time between boarding and take off. No cell phones, everything electronic turned off. It’s just me and my book.