Just flew with a freight pilot . . .
How did I know he was freight? He gave me the leg, was falling asleep. He dozed off. Thirty minutes later we're descending into clouds and start picking up some light turbulence. Then, two sharp bumps, he's wide awake, 'Let me have it!" And he's in his element, flying beautifully, airplane and contents tossed every which way, through the clouds, on the approach, and we break out. No more clouds. It's my airplane again and he sleeps through the landing.
I tend to borrow someone's GPS gadget and write a book on it in cruise. If one is not available, I'll fix a laptop computer problem. In desperate times, I have a large cache of flightinfo on my HDD, so I'll type out a response to post on return. Then there's always trashy romance novels. . .
Fly SAFE!
Jedi Nein