floating

At this time next week I will be on a plane to California. I will have presumably been up all night finishing the last two academic papers I will ever write (assuming I never have to do jail time and attend mandatory classes). Julia will be in Ambien-ville next to me, mumbling incoherently about terrorism and asking me every half-hour or so if we're there yet. My attention will be split between Jet Blue's legendary personal TVs and trying to look out the window without nudging my drugged wife. Either way I'll feel delightedly light headed, from both the cabin pressure and having completed my master's. It feels like a month from now.