I had to wake at 4am to catch a 6am flight to LaGuardia. I ate two bagels when I landed. Breakfast accomplished. I worked all day...skipping lunch...at a client's location, then proceeded on to what is normally a half-hour drive to the airport to catch my flight to Chicago. After two hours in traffic, I got to the airport, ran through security, ran through the terminal, ran to my gate and was the last one to board the flight. The plane pushed away from the gate at 7pm, and we didn't take off until 8pm. For dinner, I had a wonderful can of ginger ale as I sat cramped in my seat, elbow-to-elbow with my seatmates, with my underwear giving me a screaming wedgie.
