Me, Backwards

I write this when I really should be crawling into bed … a bed that is not my own, the second bed not my own that I am sleeping in this week.  I have, since Sunday night, gone to sleep, woken back up at 130 Monday morning to pick up Sean from a delayed flight, gone back to sleep, woken up groggy a few hours later, gone to my doctor’s office for a blood pressure check, then driven to Oakland airport, flown to Burbank, attended 4 hours of meetings, worked for two more hours, then driven to San Diego, slept a few hours, woken up in San Diego, worked out, sat in a conference room for 8 hours, attending one meeting and multitasking on a bunch of other things that there’s never enough time to do, met with friends for dinner and driven back from San Diego to Burbank. (more…)