In the 70’s my work entailed lots of travel. I used to book a seat on the ”red eye” with the same attitude as I did scheduling conference calls—just taking care of business. Channeling those years, I slipped into sweats and packed light to the airport to hop on a red eye—9PM Jet Blue (@jetblue are u listening? LOVE YA). How can you not love an airline that lists its crew members online, even if they do get a little excited sometimes! I was headed to from California to D.C. for a big event. My PM&M brain was excited—my PM&M body? Notsomuch.
After I settled into my roomy emergency exit row seat, I discreetly lathered on my hormone therapy (click click), took my vitamins, and crumpled my sweat suit jacket up into a ball for a pillow. Then I Gumby styled my body into what used to be my “red eye” sleep position when I was in my 20‘s.
I immediately fell asleep. Then I heard it. It was loud. My neck was screaming! I quickly rearranged my sweat suit. Surely this new position would work, right? The neck said no. After the flight I wondered if a white neck brace was going to look good with my white dress. They sure don’t make sweat suits like they used to! Maybe I just need to put my PM&M body in one of these baby slings for the boomer set: http://www.amazon.com/TravelRest-TR112-Travel-Pillow-Cover/dp/B003OSSKVQ/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&m=A3CF5FNDQTOHJG&s=generic&qid=1280950716&sr=1-3.