So, here I am, hurtling through the air at a significant fraction of the speed of sound, 29,400 feet above the ground according to the Plane Finder app on my iPad, and I'm feeling a little whiny because of the elbow room here in redneck first class. Paging Louis CK.
Turbulence ahead someplace. Captain says anybody who needs to go potty should do it now, although not in so many words.
Handy travel tip for the armed traveler.
More later. I'm going to look down on Illinoisans for a bit.