<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>Astronaut!  That is a calling for my companion.  One she has missed so far but one which she seems totally qualified for. Clearly, she is very accustomed to being in air, flight.<br/><br/>I smile at the attendant who gently alerts Jaclyn to our landing.  Jaclyn asks after me, how I rested.  I smile, shrugging, what to say?  I did not really sleep.  If I slept, I was mulling over things that do not present a solution.<br/><br/>“If I work this right, I shall sleep as we travel on to Kennedy, wake an hour before and hopefully, be functional in that time zone.”<br/>