I woke up before 5 am for an early flight out of Grand Forks- that’s really the only option if you want to make a day of your destination, especially if you’re heading to the Eastern Time Zone.  I muddle my way through the TSA check-point, but they are courteous and helpful with my obvious minor disability- heralded by walking with a cane and the-less-than-obvious-to-them-Severe Coffee Deficit.

Almost immediately after some small talk with my row companion on the plane, I fall back to sleep- not the sleep of a nap, but that of continuing the previous night’s brain wave journey.   I wake up suddenly, disoriented with my headphones still on blasting 1985’s “Let It Be” by The Minneapolis band the Replacements as the plane hits the runway in that city, rolling with the back blast to earth terrestrial speed.

Laced with Ativan and coffee, the four hour layover contributes to the feeling of time suspended through the remainder of the morning.  Later again on the connecting flight, I know there is a snow storm between here to there today. In retrospect, I can see on the flight tracker we’ve flown around it, as I really napped this time.  I turn my watch ahead to Eastern Time and strangely, this somehow orients me ahead of my late afternoon meeting awaiting at my Florida destination.