There is nothing that could force me onto an airplane these days.
I quit flying in the 1990’s; nearly every time I flew I contracted a cold from some inconsiderate slob that should have stayed home. When flying you are trapped within a swirl of germs.
My husband flies , or let me say he USED TO fly. He’d bring me home The Plague almost every time.
The last several years he’d take up to 4 flights a year.
2 weeks ago I said “no more flying”. He is not disagreeing with me.
I only flew 3 times, last time in 2008 before the election.
I will never ever fly again.