Day Zero?

I guess today is as good a day as any tot declare as the first day of this trip. I think I usually declare the ore-departure packing day as the first day of the trip but I really don't have much to say about it. But today I flew from Atlanta too Salt Lake City in an international 757-200 which is waaaaay different than its domestic equivalent. The leg room in first class was amazing. I guess I've never been on an international plane. And I don't care to speculate what it was doing ferrying the likes of me between Atlanta and Salt Lake City. Anyway, with legs outstretched I was still more than a foot from the seat in front of me. And the extendable foot rests that fold out of the seat like a living room recliner ... amazing. On this 2nd flight I'm on another 757-200, but they've crammed fully twice as many first class seats into the same space. I hate that my first thought was that it feels down-right coach. I'm really quite adept at becoming snobbier but very slow to become accustomed to what used to be mistaken for comfort. I say all of this while I'm inching closer to spending three or four weeks camped out on a slowly moving river of ice. You'd think comfort wouldn't be something I cared about. I passed a couple free drink coupons off to Eric; if I were one prone to feelings, that would have assuaged my guilt of being up here.