Aloft.

Not that I've ever fully acknowledged this to myself, but I may be in search of a life where I am never not online. I realize how sick this is, but yesterday, when I got an e-mail from my air travel provider that my flight would have Wi-Fi, I thought, I am so going to connect.

And so, I am now at 40,016 feet, with 1 hrs, 12 mins to go before we land at Seattle/Tacoma. I know this because, having connected, my Safari page has a header with info from the airline:

Absurdly, I find paying $5 for this experience entirely satisfying.

Now, I am going to finish reading the New York Times. That is all.