Juliana, I'm so sorry for your loss.
So, it's 6.23am and I've been up since 5am or so, but I think that's pretty good going, on the whole - yesterday I spent I don't know how long, 14 hours or something, flying from Bangkok to Abu Dhabi, and then from there to Manchester. I can haz family and home! And central heating! A world where A/C does not exist - I'm wearing two pairs of socks and a fake fur coat as I type. Which is probably overkill. (Oh, and other things also, I hasten to add, PJ type things.) Still - England: it's not the Tropics.
On the flight I watched various movies. I was particularly amused by the realisation that, whilst I was avidly watching Master and Commander for the first time, the huge strapping fella next to me in the muscle shirt was watching.... Mamma Mia. And tapping his feet. Take that, stereotyping! I also watched the X Files movie, which was bafflingly rubbish and pointless (but scored a couple of points for nostalgia value, I suppose, especially when Skinner turned up. And frankly, I'd pretty much watch Gillian Anderson read the phone book. And I do love Billy Connolly, and always will*, even though his US acting career continues to be a bit of a puzzlement.) And then I watched The Mummy Strikes Back: This Time With Jet Li, or whatever it was called, and enjoyed the hell out of it. Also an episode of Bones I hadn't happened across.
I do like that whole movie-watching element of modern airflight. Although I wish the screen wasn't three inches from my nose. Ah, business class, if only I could afford you...
*Billy Connolly was Eddie Izzard, or possibly Robin Williams, only a generation earlier. Only with this whole barely-leashed wild and hairy Scotsman thing going on, rather than impeccable makeup and Euro-friendly Englishness. If you haven't happened across any of the classic standup stuff, it is WELL worth seeking out. Funny, funny, funny man.