After worrying about it for weeks, I'm in California for a writing conference. So far, so good. Mr. Bill was a stowaway. He hid in my new handbag, and then complained about being hungry. I explained to him no way was I shelling out $4 for a tiny fucking can of Pringles. Once he saw the prices, he understood. So we shared a Coke Zero (it was free) and some pretzels I brought from home. Mr. Bill was very impressed with the view from steerage economy class. We got lucky--the person who had the center seat didn't show up. More leg room for me and the lady sitting in the aisle seat. Mr. Bill catching a nap. I can't sleep on the plane.I fly so infrequently, it's tremendously exciting when I do, and that interactive screen that showed the maps and all the different views and what the outside temperature was way better than an $8 movie. I saw a chair like this in a 'zine, and that chair was going for $1,600 in an vintage furniture store in NYC...