Mitch was kind enough to get up at a ridiculous hour and drive me to the airport, so I made breakfast for us beforehand, eggs and bacon and potatoes and toast. We got to the airport on time, despite traffic that made me really nervous. And there were lines in the airport, but not too bad. My plane stayed on the ground for an hour. I know not why. They fed us bagels on the plane, but mine was cinnamon raisin, and I don't like that kind of bagel! I was thankful I had fed my own damn self earlier.
I propose that it become law that all children under the age of eleven be given a mild sedative prior to flight.