Midair.

I’m writing this on a plane. I’m flying over Afghanistan. Yes… THAT Afghanistan.

I didn’t think that was allowed. I guess the kind folks at Finnair don’t have any beef with the Taliban.

Speaking of beef. I’m eating Reindeer. Yes…. Like Rudolph. It must be a Finnish thing. I’ve never had a flight attendant ask me if I’d like the Chicken or the Reindeer for dinner before. It’s a no-brainer.