Fly'n Solo

I'm still alive.

But I'm flying solo. I'm the pilot of a 6 passenger air craft (doggies are allowed on this flight) and my co-pilot is missing in action. He was out of town Sunday through Thursday last week. Then worked Fri, Sat (which was his 37th birthday by the way), AND Sunday and will now be out of town again Monday through Thursday. So, I'm flying solo. This little puddle hopper of a plane flies on autopilot but I'm in imminent danger of falling asleep at the wheel. I think it'll all be OK....cuz the plane is on autopilot after all. But, what if when I fall asleep my head bounces off the little red "do not touch" button and the plane suddenly sputters and coughs and dives nose first leaving a nasty little blemish on the Earth's surface.

I was not cut out for single parenthood solo piloting. I need a partner. I need a co-pilot to keep me in check. To talk to me so I don't fall asleep at the wheel and accidentally push that forbidden little red button.

When the co-pilot is in his seat we can take breaks to relieve each other. But when you're on your own you can't very well step away from the cock-pit to go to the bathroom....or, you know, blog....cuz who would man the control panel and fly the plane?

Some outsiders may read this and say "dude, wake up, your co-pilot is shacking up with a stewardess or working for a different airline entirely." But no. Not so. This airline has more perks than those others. Oh, sure, those other airlines may offer better food meal choices....you're lucky to get a bag of stale peanuts here....but the health benefits given for loyalty are much more enticing here at Smurfland Airlines. Just say'n....

So, I'm here. I'm alive. All is well in Smurfland. But I've been a little preoccupied with telling the Airline Control powers that be to kiss my a** cuz I could use a break....to tinkle....or blog....or something....

I'm SO behind in keeping up with everyone's blogs....among other things. Sorry bout that. But I will be back as soon as my co-pilot returns.