I’m finally on the plane now. At first, we didn’t think I’d make it here. Eastern was canceled. I’m now flying Continental, but we’re delayed by an hour. The last time I was in Florida, I was just a baby; therefore, this is really like my first time. It’s hard to write neatly when the plane hits air pockets. It’s dark out there, so I can’t really see too much. I have been flying since 1:30. The stewardess says we won’t arrive in West Palm Beach until 7:30. I know I will be exhausted, as I’ve been up since 3:30 this morning. I’m sitting right next to the engine, and it’s so damn loud that my ear will be ringing all night.