Twice yesterday I’ve watched my collegues head out without me, and wished I were with them. First was their trip to Emeril’s, with reservations at the same time as one of the sessions I wanted to attend, then again last night as they headed home.
When I made my travel arrangements, two things were going on. I hate travelling at night. Somehow I thought that their flights were later, and we could be getting in very late on either of the direct flights for Friday night or Saturday night. I would prefer a Saturday morning flight. Also, these plans were made right after Christmas. I had my new video iPod. I was now a travel commando with gadgetry to keep me entertained six ways from Sunday. Layover in Atlanta? No problemo!
So as I’m getting ready to head out at 6:45 this morning, hoping at best to be home by 3:00 PM, when I could have been home at 8:00 last night, I can’t help but wonder what the hell I was thinking. Some travel commando I turned out to be.