Have mercy, woman behind me

You know how some people have those unfortunate voices that really carry and thus always sound loud and like you're being forced to listen to their conversation? Well, such is that of the woman seated directly behind me on the plane. For nearly two hours now, I've been "forced" to listen to the most inane babble about organizing shows for 2-5 year old girls, teaching them gymnastics and balance beam, etc, in addition to random tips for parenting (not helpful thus far). As best I can be, I'm immersed in an article about caciocavallo, a southern Italian cheese that sounds pretty great. The name means 'cheese on horseback' which, I feel, is one of those typically delightful Italian monikers. Tom is watching a hilariously intense podcast from Harvard engineering on sous vide cooking.