Weather in Florida causes a ripple effect in take-off delays that pushes my flight back two and half hours. It takes 15 minutes to get home and 15 minutes to get back. With security an unknown (but typically quick at Logan) and bags to check in (that line is out of the door) I choose discretion over valor and decide to sit out the wait in the terminal.
Logan's Terminal C is a nasty place. It has one bathroom that is straight out of a slasher flick and crowded, narrow halls. I need food so it's pizza slices and water. Not gourmet and not horribly satisfying, but the alternative is Starbucks (yeah, the terminal is that bad). Okay, there's a mini-version of Legal Seafoods on the other side of the terminal but that seems like too much of a commitment.

Boarding finally at 10:15pm but we still have another 30 minutes before take off. I don't really begrudge JetBlue for the delay, but I'm already feeling pretty soiled and my trip hasn't even begun yet. I don't fly this airline much but the 5th row is as spacious as my bedroom. It's really kind of novel (remember to check my seat assignments for my next flight.) I can stretch my feet out and the flight was only half full, so my center seat partner got up to find a window towards the back. (Unfortunately leaving me with his friend, a talker. I can tell these things. I plunked my headset on and plugged into JetBlue's Direct TV even though it was still a blue screen to avoid making contact with him.) Despite avoiding any caffeine intake today, I can't sleep and so I spend a long 5 hour flight on truly, horrifyingly vacant programming on MTV. I was aiming for the James Bond marathon on Spike, but no such luck on this flight. A string of hook-up shows (That's Amore!) is MTV's idea of late-nite programming.

Final tally: 1 hour of sleep out of a possible five. Bonus: we landed just in time to move the clocks forward for Daylight Savings Time.