<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/booleansplit/" target="_blank"><img class="size-medium wp-image-7978 alignleft" title="plane" src="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/plane-300x255.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="255" /></a>I thanked heaven for small miracles on Day 359.

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Since what we put out into the universe expands, the small miracles continued on Day 360.  When you are sardined into a plane on a transatlantic flight (KLM makes Southwest feel like a luxury liner!), small miracles seem monumental.

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You already heard me drone on about my physical state on Day 359.  Too much wine and too little sleep took its toll.  What I needed was a night of hibernation.  What I received was a 2:30 a.m. wake up call for a red-eye flight.  Fantastic.

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<strong><span style="font-size: medium; color: #800080;">Small Miracle #1: </span></strong> I don't sleep on planes.  Ever.  Except for Day 360 when I blessedly slept for the entire 2.5 hour Alitalia flight to Amsterdam.

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On the flight to Italy, I didn't sleep a wink.  Because a KLM plane is a sardine can with wings, I partially shared my seat with the woman next to me.  Fun times!  On the return flight home . . .

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<span style="font-size: medium; color: #800080;"><strong>Small Miracle #2: </strong></span> I once again sat in the aisle seat next to AN EMPTY MIDDLE SEAT!!!  When they secured the plane for takeoff, and I realized that no one would spill into my space, I thought I heard angels singing.  Although I may have been hallucinating from sleep deprivation.  I slept another 2 hours.

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Until a toddler's blood-curdling screams penetrated my ear plugs and jolted me back to my sardine reality.  His mother's hacking cough EVERY FIVE MINUTES was far worse.  I wanted to ask her if she ever heard of a miraculous concoction called "cough medicine", but I refrained.  Instead I chose to focus on puppy dogs, rainbows, and an empty middle seat next to me.  I sprawled my leg into the middle seat space <em>just because I could.</em>

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<span style="font-size: medium; color: #800080;"><strong>Small Miracle #3:</strong></span>  Arriving in my hub city of Houston, I was swooped up by Mom and Dad who whisked me away to the nearest Pappasito's.  Because this girl was STILL craving some serious Tex-Mex.  God Bless America

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