I am not fond of flying.

I have no idea when this update will get to you guys.

But I have a flight to Saskatoon today, for work purposes. Not Magi work, my day job, the one I use to fund Magi. I'm due for a three-day training trip, even though I've already learned my way around my job. I don't have any real problem with this, it'll give me a little variety, and maybe a little more knowledge about the company I work for. And forklift training. I look at a forklift and I don't imagine it to be any more complicated than a car or a tractor or half of the video games I've played, but they won't let me touch it until I get a little certificate saying that I've been accepted into the elite corps of forklifters. Now I'll have that certificate. Score.

My trials begin on Monday, so I have to fly there Sunday... at 11am. So I have to be at the airport at 10am. So I have to wake up at 8. So I set my alarm to 8:45.

I wake up to silence. Most mornings, I lie there groggy for a little while before I remember what my plans are for the day. I don't have morning amnesia, it just takes me a little while to emerge to lucidity. My dreams for that period of time start getting more boring; they start featuring my ceiling.

I wake up to silence. Usually when I wake up to silence, I have shut off my alarm and gone back to sleep. I snap to attention, and check the clock. It's 8am.

But I have another crisis: I forgot to do my laundry before today. I don't have the time now. I live next to a Zellers. They will not be open until 10. In my luggage there is laundry in big plastic bags, waiting to be done.

I'm not fond of flying.

Some people I've spoken to have problems with flying in those big jumbo jets, when they can't see out the front. I prefer those. Imagine what was going on in my mind while I walked past all these huge boarding gates, each with their own lobby, to find that mine was one of three that shared a lobby. There are chairs here for between eighty and one hundred people. I don't know if I've got an isle seat or a row seat. I'm a big guy, about 210 pounds. Should I be on the side of the plane? Shouldn't they have some other 200+ guy sitting on the other side, just to be safe?

But I'll be fine. I have my computer to keep me company. My first flight today is to Calgary, which will take maybe a half-hour. There used to be a reason for me to visit Calgary, and it made me feel all warm and fuzzy. Now, Calgary is a cold place, cold and empty, devoid of anything that isn't those other people I know in Calgary.

I'm not fond of flying.

So I'll work on an essay.