Since it has become apparent that sleep is simply out of the question, it looks like I'm having breakfast. Oddly enough, the fact that the sun is up kind of makes me feel like I DID get sleep, and that it's time to start a new day. The fact remains, however, that if I were still in Halifax I would be, well, probably tossing and turning. And if I were still in Halifax, then I wouldn't be on a plane on my way to Europe for 12 days. So I guess I'll take what I can get at the moment – pancakes or omelets. I have to admit, the food on the flight has been very good. And the price is right — included.
Right on cue, as though she was reading my mind (or over my shoulder), the flight attendant has offered me breakfast. In addition to the omelet, I get hash browns & mushrooms, yogurt, a fruit salad, a croissant, a little bottle of water, orange juice, and bread I'm unfamiliar with. I sure can't complain about the food, and for now it's going to have to take the place of sleep.
One last tip that I can offer after having ventured to the washroom is that if you truly wish to get sleep on a flight (especially one where you are chasing the sun), then first class is the way to go. They get seats that lay pretty much all the way back. Little sleep-inducing pods, they are. I caught a glimpse as I awaited my turn in the lavatory, as they call it. Ah well, maybe someday I can join the rested and relaxed. For now, I think I'll try to pass out for a few minutes, as doubtful as I am that the conditions will allow it.