The quiet hours of the morning

[theatokos]

It's shortly before 5am. I've gotten myself up early in hopes that I'll be so tired by mid-afternoon that I can sleep on the plane. Let's hope.

I have assembled my reading materials. Current issues of Bust, Yogi Times, Yoga Journal, and the Economist (assuming the locksmith comes early to open my mail box which has been unopenable for 5 days now). As well, Status Anxiety by Alain de Botton, Don't Think of an Elephant by George Lakoff and Dracula by Bram Stoker. All of these books have been sitting on my shelf for years and now is time to read them. I have two 9 hour flights, one four hour train ride and two 7 hour train rides on this trip. Not to mention the heinous waiting-around-the-airport hours to spend. I think I can get through most of this list.

I'm actually feeling the excitement to go. To see new things and meet new people. I finally get to start my work on Mary with a scholar who is doing great work in this field. I thought about taking some recent book in the field to cram in some new knowledge and kick start my theological brain, but I am about to start that reading in earnest very soon. This is my last chance for a while to read other stuff.

I'm actually itching for 9 hours on a plane. Nine hours where I can only chill out. Nine hours in which I have no responsibilities and even if my brain puts together a list of things that need to be done, I cannot do anything but sit and read and nap! It's forced chill out time. And I will not be able to numb out to the tv. I never thought I would look forward to the cattle car experience of traveling coach, but I am.

Comments

[miss-ogyny.livejournal.com]

you've arrived? did you fly brit airways?

[ewigweibliche.livejournal.com]

I've arrived! I flew United. Didn't suck, but thank god I'm small! The man next to me was 6'3" and his knees were crunched the whole time.