Today I was never farther than 15 steps from where I am now – in bed. Refrigerator and microwave: 6 steps. Bathroom: 14 steps. Workplace: 3 steps. The good news is I got my work done, so unless things go very wrong tomorrow I’ll be heading out Friday. It was going to be tomorrow but there are some things I want to take care of first. That means I’ll be right in some of the worst traffic and highest hotel rates of the year. Can I plan or what?
Not much going on in my head right now but the song “Let’s hear it for the letter W,” so I’ll just STFU.
Arn’t you suposed to be criss-crossing the country searching for something?