On the days I travel to Denmark, a Town Car picks me up around noon and takes me to Newark, where I catch an early evening flight.
This is how my last trip went…
During cocktail hour, I read The Bell Jar (again) while sipping a crisp South African Sauvignon Blanc.
I put a pillow behind my back, and one on the middle arm rest, then kind of draped myself between them, so I could sort of lie down without being too uncomfortable.
Except in this case I didn’t have any fun, and was basically just tired, out of alignment, and feeling a bit shortchanged on the market value of my soul.
Usually my plane is late or I’m delayed somewhere along this gauntlet, and have to rebook on a later flight. I lucked out this time, and my luggage made it, too!
An hour or so later, I was hauling my luggage to the rental car place, then to the hotel where I promptly unpacked, showered, drank a Coke (with sugar, not corn syrup!), and attempted to stay awake by working until 8PM local time in hopes of acclimating to the time zone.