Randomsundaynightness

I should be asleep but I'm not. I have to get up at four so I can fly back to Oregon again. I am beginning to wonder why I selected a 6:30 flight. Oh, I have a meeting at nine and if I hurry and rush, I can be in that other office just in time! Is it like rilly important that I be there? No, it isn't. Yeesh.

Watched the ninth inning of a Yankees / Red Sox game tonight with my son. We've been too busy to watch baseball but that one reminded us why baseball will never die. Ninth inning, two outs, bases loaded, winning run on second, Big Papi to bat ... We don't even follow those teams. But if asked, I much prefer the Red Sox over the Yankees. Papi popped out. Boo.

I love that they have a player named Coco Crisp. Someone was thinking endorsements when they named that kid.

Speaking of air travel, few people annoy me more than people who get annoyed with babies.

More biz travel next week and the week after. I don't see my kids much anymore. They're both awesome young men and busy as can be so it's okay, I suppose, but waah.

Writing is about telling stories, and telling stories is about extracting meaning from your life. I could do that here every day and would love to. But it takes time I don't make, mostly for reasons best left unexplained. Suffice to say I'm not whining about random chance. Still, what little I can, etc.

There must be something I need to say so I can go to sleep, and I haven't found it yet. I expect by now that I will not. I will double-check my packing, then, and go to bed and lie very very still and drift into mysterious lands never written of.