It's about 74 degrees ambient, my compass says I'm heading slightly south of west, and the guy on the intercom says I'm about 75 miles north of Saint Louis at 36,000 feet.
I'm sitting in a chair in the sky, and tooling along at something over 400 KIAS, and surfing the internets, which is pretty cool when you think about it, even if I can't use my wireless mouse on my laptop.
The plane's a A-319, which is bigger than a breadbox but smaller than the latest stretch 737. Still, it dwarfs the little ERJ Brazilian bottle rockets which are the only airliners I've been in since... has it been since 1994?
Cute little snack box Delta serves for six bucks; too bad you've got to be MacGuyver to get into the thing without tools. Were I smart, I'd have sharpened the corner of the little plastic thermometer/compass dangling off the zipper pull on my turse.