January 22: Babies on the plane

On the first leg of our flight home, I was trying to read my new Nevada Barr book (signed by her wonderful self yesterday at Bookmania! in Stuart, FL), as well as follow the first half of the AFC championship game (go Pats!) on my husband's iPad. Unfortunately, we were sandwiched between two rows of families traveling with babies. One baby was quiet, but the other shrieked with a piercing cry throughout the flight at a decibel level even the music in my earphones couldn't drown out. I realized what it must feel like to live in an osprey's nest.

Not an osprey's cry
but close enough to make me
long for the ocean.