Get up at 4:40. (whether you call it 4:40 or just 20 to 5, it’s still unspeakably early)
Drive to the airport.
More or less completely undress yourself at security.
Now, imagine yourself in a bathtub. Cover the bathtub. Add wings and 2 propellers. Add in 30 other people.
Imagine that the stewardess, before the plane takes off, saying that there is not enough weight at the back of the plane, and could 4 people please move to the back of the plane.
Imagine 39 minutes in this bathtub.
Land, find taxi.
Take taxi to office.
Spend 2 hours educating people about a new software system.
Steal a granola bar and another cup of coffee from the training people.
Get in a taxi.
Go back to the airport.
Completely undress again.
Board yet another bathtub. Add wings. Add 2 propellers. Add in 48 other passengers, including 5 very small, very unhappy children.
Add in a 20 minute delay. In the bathtub, with the unhappy children, while they sort out luggage. Contemplate getting out of the plane to help.
Finally take off. Spend another 39 minutes flying, while the plane bounces around.
Walk off the stairs to the plane, walk across the tarmac and into the terminal.
Try and imagine how small the plane really is, that they can’t pull a jetway up to it.
There, you just spent the day with me. Aren’t you glad?