Heading West

Hi everyone
I plan on posting at least once while we’re away on our trip out to the West Coast. That is, of course, if I remember to take this MacBook with me. 
I have to be at the airport tomorrow at the ungodly hour of 8:00 am. 
That means leaving here no later than 7:15 am. 
Morning is not my favourite time of day. When friends talk of the pleasures of rising early and praising the new day like it’s a gift from God, I wonder if, as an infant, they were dropped on their head. 
The flight to Victoria BC leaves at 10:00 am. Being there so early is mostly due to the security check. Why it should take two hours to make sure my toothpaste is in a small tube and my nail clippers are regulation length is beyond me. 
As much as I would have preferred a root canal or a colonoscopy over travelling in the private jet, that frightening, claustrophobic, dart-like tube did have its advantages. Hijacking your own plane would surely win you the Darwin Award. 
“Take me to our original destination, or there will be consequences!”
Back in the day, we could arrive at the terminal and be airborne twenty minutes later. There were no security checks, no waiting while “section B rows 3 to 9 may now board if your carry-on doesn’t exceed 10 by 8 centimetres,” and no “today’s flight was over-booked. There’s a free Air Canada tote bag for those who are inconvenienced”.
It is nice, I’ll admit, to have washroom (bathroom in the US) facilities. There was a toilet on the private jet, but you had to move a suitcase and two guitars to use it. There was social pressure as well.
“What an undisciplined wimp! Can’t go five hours without peeing.”

However, if you ever find yourself in a window or middle seat on a commercial jet waiting for the washroom to be available and during the time it takes to stumble over the legs of the passengers beside you someone else beats you to it, you just might vow to dehydrate (damn the health police), for a day before your next flight—or just drive.