I often hear people talk about the amount of work they can get on a cross country flight. Maybe it’s the sensory isolation, or the crappy wifi. But me, I’m too tall for most airline seats, so I rarely can get much productive work done on the flight.
But the time before the flight is just magical for me. It’s still got some of the isolation of the flight itself, but the compressed timeframe that I have free to do work seems to be the trick. It forces focus and prioritization.
So it’s the reason I still get to airport two hours early. Racing against the clock is a remarkable motivator.