Whew. This has been a long, hard business trip.
Long, long meetings, exacerbated by various organizational actions to come. Not knowing what’s coming has been … stressful.
And, because we’re staying with the Ks, it’s a 70-90 minute commute, both ways (I don’t know how Margie did it for the months she did). And, between dinner out with friends or business dinners, I have not had minute one to do any of my normal business trip decompression activities — surfing, playing games, blogging. Those things, on these sorts of trips, keep me up way too late — but also let me blow off the stresses of the day.
And all of us at the meeting have our computers set up in the same room, which limits what sort of stuff I can do during the day, of course.
Last night we went to Shelly and Bill, and got back around 9 and crashed. (And since Margie and I were in separate cars, we couldn’t even chitchat on the way back.) It was, though, the first night not saturated with lots of revelry. And it was also, perhaps not coincidentally, the first night since we got out here that I’ve slept decently.
Major announcements due on Friday. Stay tuned.
My first thought on reading this was “Dave surfs?”
Then: “Dave surfs at night? Damn.”
Then: “Oh, heh. Right. I’m a moron.”
Cowabunga, dude.
So you might say that on this trip to Faerie you spent time in both the Seelie and Unseelie courts.
Heh.