So tomorrow I’m off to Atlanta. The day after that I’ll be travelling to San Francisco. The day after that, I’ll be returning to Boston, and getting in some time after midnight. Then a few hours later I can get up and go to work again. Basically, I’m going to be spending most of this week in hotels, on aircraft, or in meetings.
I probably won’t even get to see downtown San Francisco, which might have made up for it a bit.
I’ll probably be a nervous wreck tomorrow morning, as usual. Travel stresses me out. When I agreed to go on this latest jaunt, I thought to myself that either it would permanently cure me of my travel nervousness, or it would kill me. And either way, I wouldn’t have to put up with panic attacks any more, so that would be an improvement.