I write this as we pass over St John’s Island and the plane begins to increase altitude. We are beginning the long trek over the Atlantic. We have been flying 4 hours. Dinner was offered at about 5:45 Houston time, 10:45 Dublin time. From this point forward until I return I must live by Dublin time. So as I write this I am seated comfortably in my Business Class reclining seat flying at 667 mph toward Frankfurt. I slept about 2 hours but awoke to the loud whimpering of a 3-year-old girl (to the right) and loud protestations of a 6-year-old boy (to the left) screaming “I don’t want to go to sleep!” it is not yet 9 pm in the body clock of those two young Houstonians. The don’t appreciate yet the finer points of traveling halfway around the world in roughly 9 hours. Cabin lights are turned out now. One more observation. The graphic representation of the globe in front of me on the screen showing the flight of our vessel at 38900 ft altitude reminds me Europe lies at latitudes significantly closer to the North pole. I knew that but it shows up so plainly I had to say it. well it is now 2 am. Time to get some shut-eye.