Morning flight over desert. We follow Highway 80 at 33,000 feet.
I'm going to Zion.
Not with joy in my heart, but boredom, exasperation, disinclination, rebelliousness, and foreboding of failure. Nothing to do with Zion, everything to do with the disintegrating technology company which currently puts food on my table.
Maybe if I were more spiritual I could learn to live without food.