Flying

My to-do list had 12 items on it tuesday morning, not including "finish cleaning the house". Ridiculous; overwhelming; of course. Now I am in Frankfurt waiting to board a plane to Copenhagen. I lost 9 hours, but the flight was fast and easy. No sleeping to speak of, but I could almost say it was comfortable. We watched "fever pitch", and as cute as Jimmy Fallon, Drew Barrymore and good ol' fashioned Baseball may be, It mad me glad to be leaving the US, and our attachment to cliche. Of course there are plenty of cliches where I am going, but they are foreign and new to me.
A sunset over the Canadian mountain ranges and sunrise over Denmark (maybe 3 or 4 hours apart) made not sleeping between them bareable. I will always be intrigued by aerial views. Flying is fun, but its the sights that take my breath away.