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Not the ‘San Francisco Treat’, Exactly

Howdy, kids.

I’m afraid it’s time for a brief, heretofore unannounced, and possibly unenforced hiatus. At two this afternoon Boston time, I began a cramped and clammy American Airlines odyssey that dumped me in my current location, typing these words on a comfy ‘featherbed’ in a hotel room near the San Francisco airport.

Did I know the trip was coming? Of course.

Did I believe seven hours in a plane and a looming early-morning meeting would coax/scare/guilt me into an early night while I deal with the impending “ton o’ bricks” jetlag? No, I didn’t. And I was wrong. Oh, so wrong.

So, regrettably, I’m hitting the sack postless tonight. Hopefully, I’ll have plenty of travel and hotel stories soon, and should return safely to our regularly scheduled nonsense late Friday night.

That’s right. I flew cross-country on Wednesday, and I’m turning around and flying right back on Friday afternoon. Like I’m going to pony up for extra nights on the left coast, when my wife’s still back in Boston. Pfffft.

Sure, in Vegas maybe, where the strip joints are way better. But in Frisco? Honky, please.

“Did I believe seven hours in a plane and a looming early-morning meeting would coax/scare/guilt me into an early night while I deal with the impending “ton o’ bricks” jetlag? No, I didn’t.”

But the impending plane nightmare redux reminds me that it’s in my best interest now to get my tuckered tuckus into the sack. Sorry for the short advance notice; I guess I’m more of a ‘travel wuss’ than I thought. The hyperventilation and clammy palms should have been a tipoff, in retrospect. Enh, now I know.

I’ll catch you kids on Friday or Saturday, if not before. And with two days of meetings scheduled to start before my usual wakeup time — or, for that matter, my bedtime — I’m guessing ‘not before’. But who knows? I’m in ‘Frisco, for work, helping to trot out both dogs and ponies for a big important meeting. There’s an overwhelming likelihood that I’ll do something stupid, incompetent, and hopefully hilarious to foul it all up. And if that happens, you can be sure you’ll be the first to know.

Because really, isn’t that what work travel is all about?

Hang in there, amigos. I’ll catch up with you this weekend.