‘Stop being silly and go home’ said my project manager when I told him late today that I’m sick. (Head cold, sore throat since Monday). And so I decided that was good advice : to fly while I still can. It’s really miserable to be sick in a hotel room! The last flight out on Alaska to Seattle leaves San Francisco at 9.45 pm, and that’s the one I took. The flight was not full, and I could stretch out where I sat in the emergency row with all three seats to myself. Man! It’s been a long time since I have had an empty seat next to me.