A typical frantic day of pre-flight chaos. Gotta be on a bus 10 miles from home at 6 Am tomorrow to make the connection to the wait-in-line to the flight to the place where I start talking at 8 AM the next day (fortunately, a couple time zones to the left). Ah, such a life…
Forty-two errands to run today, including a 250-mile round-trip dropping off computers and visiting clients. I can sleep, I’ve been told, when I’m dead. Good. I’ll be ready then.