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Greetings from 40,002 feet. It's the sweet spot we have been toying with the last two hours trying to find less turbulence than a Class 3 rapid. 

The two things about that last statement that are silly are: 1) "We" aren't doing shit, the pilot is doing all the work, and 2) comparing one mode of transportation to another is silly. 

There is a coughing hacking baby up front with and ignorant mother doing specifically nothing about it. I heard her explain to someone in her row that, "babies will be babies!" The thoughts in my head were unkind to say the least.

Before I boarded, I attempted to splurge the $45 to upgrade to economy plus class for more leg room. I like the space. Plus I can almost kinda afford that kinda luxury (fingers crossed).

They declined my card. Something in the translation hated me. There is money there but maybe it didn't like the out-of-state crap, or I fat-fingered my card number, so I tried twice and said screw it. My guess is either.. Whatever. 

I get to my seat and lo and behold: no middle person. Arm flips up. Didn't need the upgrade so that ended up being a huge plus.

This weekend went too stupid fast. Why can't my Mon-Fri speed by at such a clip. 

We are officially over Oregon now. Going to nap the last 39 minutes. I'll have an hour train ride after this until home. I just want to pass out and try to not let go of my memories of a good weekend.