In which things are better than I would have imagined

The wind must have died down, because the take-off of this little jet was remarkably wobble-free, despite my experiences coming down into Cinci. Although this flight looked to be totally full from my perspective in Denver this morning, there are enough empty seats that I have the row to myself. The iPod is charged, and so I have about an hour to enjoy some music and solitude.

I can't get ahold of Morris, my co-worker. I have packed my notebook - with the phone list - in my checked baggage, and so have no backup mumber for him. I do hope he plans to come get me at the airport. I seem to recall that he was going to meet me there, but if not, I can always call a cab.