The flight was delayed in Boston. Then delayed some more. We ate dinner to waste some time. The delay continued. "Technical problems," they told us. We wandered the terminal, bought the kids more snacks, and wandered some more. Sometime after midnight, the Boeing 787 Dreamliner finally took off into the dark sky.
Despite that the first half of the flight was relatively smooth, I was still a nervous wreck. I hate to fly (oh, have I already mentioned that)? Well, I do. But I love to travel, so unless I want to go by boat to Europe (I do not), the plane was necessary.