Paging Sully Sullenberger.

Big day tomorrow. Mutt is taking its first official business trip outside of the Pac Northwest. Which means that yours truly will be boarding a plane for the first time in four months. This is important because, for those who don't know me, I would rather wrestle a hungry lion than fly in a plane. At Wieden my aerophobia was tolerable, if only because I was forced to fly four goddamn times a week. But now, after months of blissful terra firma, it seems as though my irrational fears have retrenched (see horrific nightmare last night). In the meantime, I’ve included a video that adequately describes what I’ll be thinking between the hours of 6 and 9 tomorrow morning. Wish me luck.