Restless

It was about 6 am. Not 6 am Eastern Time; 6 am in the United Kingdom. (And, from this point until further notice, all times referenced will be UK times.)

We'd been airborne for about four hours. It was daylight. I didn't even know what time it was, until I finally flagged down a flight attendant (and somewhere in the back of my mind, I'm still wanting to call them stewardesses... well, except for Larry).

I'd had no interest in the in-flight movie, 27 Dresses. Thank God for my MP3 player...
... but even then, you can only listen to music for so long. Once I found out what time it was, it almost made it worse. I guess, since it was such bright, blazing daylight, I'd hoped it was closer to landing time. But no, it was still about three hours away.

*Sigh*