Wheels up? Not yet.

Just boarded the plane. My lap is already trying to escape and the seatbelt sign is praying I stay put.

Spotted: aggressive bald head directly in front of me. Wondering if this recline instruction is a threat or a promise. Guess I’ll find out when we leave the ground.

Czarek is, I assume, already in his kennel in Szczecin, dreaming of Polish sausages and digging holes on the beach. Honestly? Same, Czarek. Same.

Let’s go.