Airport conversations...

I am sitting here in the airport waiting for my plane.
My laptop + free WIFI = an easy wait.
It is fascinating to listen to people's conversations.

Two guys next to me are freaking out that their flight is 30 minutes delayed. I find that fascinating. What is worry really going accomplish? Really? The plane is going to get here on time...or it isn't. You will miss your connecting flight...or you won't. Either way freaking out in the seat next to me isn't going to help.
And getting all upset at the ladies at the desk isn't the answer either!! They really can't help you in this area. I am fairly confident that they can't control the weather nor the speed of the inbound plane. And, no, they don't know if you will be making the connecting flight...
But at the same time it gives me something to write about.

A fellow is up at the ticket counter trying to get the dimensions of his exit seat. The ladies are trying to tell him that the seat isn't any bigger but he has more leg room. He can't seem to grasp the concept.
"No, the arm rests are the same height...no, all that is different is the leg room."
Quite amusing.

And I am just starting my trip...I am excited to see what other great conversations this day brings...

Insomnia

I have never really had a problem with sleeping, but lately if I wake up during the night, and stay up longer then a few minutes, then the rest of my night is pretty much shot!
I think that the bout of insomnia is directly related to the time that I need to get up in the morning. Like this morning...I am needing to be up and about around 5 AM...so my daughter woke me up around 2:30 and I am still up. If there was no reason for me to get up this morning...I would still be sleeping soundly!
Usually I try to lay in bed and do my best to fall back to sleep, but when I have less then an hour to sleep I realized that I am fighting a losing battle and I might as well do something with the time. No need to waste it...

We are less then three days away from leaving the state of Missouri for good. I can hardly wait. In my life I don't waste much time on feelings of regret, guilt or other similar emotions. What is done...is done and no amount of emotions can change it. I try to look back and see what I can learn from what has happened and move on. I like to focus on the positives and let the rest roll of my back.
But when it comes to the state of Missouri I can not think of one single thing that is positive. Not one. Which for me is weird...I can usually see good in most situations.
The weather here is gross.
Everything bites...everything! From bugs to snakes to turtles...they all want a piece of you.
The roads are absolutely terrible...and I have been acrossed the country several times.
We have meet some nice people...but none of them are Missouri natives so I can't even give you a good evaluation on that.
And to top it off, Missouri is the state we were living in when our daughter died...so pretty much everything is shadowed by that fact.
I will scratch Missouri, (appropriately nick-named Misery) off my list and hope to never have to live here again...