Preflight breakfast

I arrive at LAX for my flight to Shanghai fresh from the campout with the troop. I am drained and starving, and I am not on my normal flight, so my rhythm is off even before I step out into the airport.

The big downside of United 32 versus ANA 5 is that the former takes off several hours earlier, meaning that breakfast is in the lounge, or nowhere. Despite the very nice spread United lays out in their new LAX lounge, there was nothing there that matched my nutrition program and my Kosher-style sensibilities apart from some lovely ice water. So I tossed in a Quest bar and called it a meal.

I spent the first half of my adult life becoming more open minded about food. Alas, my physical and spiritual health have made me rather more high-maintenance that I would prefer. I find myself making an alarming number of special requests in restaurants and apologizing to friends, colleagues, travel agents, and servers.

It’s all andropausal OCD.

But I’ll own it.

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Sleeping RJ

Very early morning at DFW waiting for my flight, and the little ERJ-175 waiting for me at the end of the jetway is just being nudged from her slumbers by the ground service team.

I do like these jets better than their little sisters. Something about the engines-under-wing configuration is comforting. And the seat configuration in the RJs is a bit less crowded since they’re usually 2/2 in economy and 1/2 in business.

Hoping for a smooth flight over the southern Rockies and the desert.