Flying

Due to HR switching vacation policies around, I have a boatload of vacation days stored up that I need to use before June. I kinda figured I'd use them all in one go and set aside two weeks around the end of May.
So, today I plopped the paperwork down and got down some firm dates...between May 18 and June 4, I will be elsewhere, absolutely, and I'm really looking forward to it.
Vacation yay!
I'm planning on heading over to Switzerland to visit the family, and later, with my erstwhile vacation buddy and former college roommate Greg, we're gonna head off to the South of France and follow the coast on the way down to Spain. Should be killer, but seeing as how we've done no planning, we may need to get started.
I'm not a big fan of the flying, however. Even the act of checking flights made me kinda apprehensive this morning. I don't necessarily have a fear of flying; it's more the thought of stopping flying in midair that bothers me. It's a rather irrational fear as flying is safer than driving, and thankfully, I can usually play a little mind game on myself to ease it. (The little bottles of wine they offer on flights are also quite helpful.)