I dreamed last night of being in the airport, looking out at jets taxiing past my window as I patiently wait. For twenty years I raced to airports and waited for jets, living your life to someone else's schedule, then totally helpless to affect the weather, delays, connections, cancellations. Like my dream, I was always the man patiently sitting, watching the jets, waiting for my next available flight.
I had three hours of dizzy spills today, enough to keep me from washing dishes or driving the car, but not enough for the disability insurance to dispute my claim. Show proof.