Stretch on a Plane

Our flight to Tucson yesterday was a typically horrible experience: The departure was delayed for hours, and the plane was small and cramped. (We did, however, sit directly behind Peter Coyote, which was a welcome distraction -- though neither of us could remember any of the movies in which we'd seen him.) Our total time in the air was only about two hours, but we'd been sitting around for close to five, and I felt achy and stiff, so while M napped, I did the stretches and rotations I recently read about on the Times' Frugal Traveler blog. I recommend them, but I did look pretty weird -- like doing yoga on a bus.