When someone offers you a seat on a rocket ship, you don’t ask what seat. You just get on.
To be fair, it wasn’t exactly a rocket ship. It was an American Airlines flight. And, I may have asked what seat. My company’s travel agent allowed me the choice between a window and an aisle.
Everything else, however, feels whole-heartedly, one-hundred percent rocket ship. I’ve landed in an alternate universe. I’m still gasping for air, but I’m getting used to this new atmosphere.