I'm awake and hungry, but I'm taking the time to note that I saw Shattered Glass on the flight, and it is very nearly a perfect movie. It's the anti-President's Men. It is marvelous. If you can put up with Hayden Christiansen whining, that is.
Turns out, I can.
Finished book of Sedaris essays on the plane -- pretty early in, actually. But I'd read or heard most of them before. In effort to conserve books for the flight home (which I'm going to try and stay awake through -- goddamn jet lag) I'm holding off on the rest of my accompanying fiction and reading Caz's copy of The Shipping News.
Some nice happy light vacation reading, right there. *g*