It's 9:58pm Pacific Standard Time and I'm waiting in line to board an airplane at San Francisco International Airport for the first of five flights that I'll take over the next five days. This flight, a United Airlines red-eye, will haul me from San Francisco, California to Chicago, Illinois where, if all goes according to plan, I'll land around 4:30am, grab a CTA Blue Line train to Union Station and then hop on a Grand Rapids, Michigan-bound double-decker bus at which point my dad will pick me up and deliver me the rest of the way home. The plane that I'm boarding is mammoth and my seat is just behind the left wing so I'm hoping for minimal bumps and maybe some sleep so I'm not Uncle Zombie when Cole and Peyton unleash themselves upon me tomorrow afternoon.