Counting down the hours until I leave PIT for IAD then DBX. And eventually KAF. Hope I don't confuse the letters and end up in H-E-L-L. Lightening fast week of travel, preparations, funeral, after -funeral, recovery and, last night, a dinner cruise on the river. Three to be exact. The mongodasomething-or-other, Allegheny and Ohio. A lovely time with two lovely ladies. And me wearing my 38 dollar suit. Yup thrift store special. 39 bucks for a suit, shirt and shoes that all fit me perfectly. And they told me that it was all half off. Maurice would be so proud. And I got to wear it twice. Such a deal...
United has come through with an upgrade for the trip back. So no more denial of entry into the red carpet lounge because I am an international economy plus traveler and only "premiere" on my frequent flyer status. So, if you fly domestic you're good, but travel 14 and half hours needing a shave and a brush du tooth, they tell you to go across the hall to the bathroom. Really? After I schlepped two terminals down to get here and I get banished to the restroom with the rest of the riff raff? Do you know who I am? Oh, you do, and that's why I was sent away...
Apparently, as soon as I left, the rocket attacks started at KAF. Geez I can't leave for 5 minutes...
We both have MACs so E and I keep trying to use "face-time" and so far it has worked twice. Once in the living rom at the house in SF and now from the dining room to the kitchen in PIT. Reminds me of my walkie talkies as a kid. A little string jumped out of my computer and attached to E's. Maybe they should call it tin-can-string time. Or I-yell. I guess you have to get a 9,000 mile long string to make it work outside of the house. Spool not included.
Not looking forward to the trip back. Drugs may be involved. Will spend a day or two in Dubai touring hospitals and meeting folks that I usually just email. The fort is covered by Bill so I can roam around doing some bid'ness. Then back to a new time zone, again. And the heat. And the sand. And the rocket attacks. Wait, why am I going back???
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