Homeward Bound

It’s 2:45 PM. I’m at Hartford-Springfield Airport. In a half-hour I board for Baltimore-Washington, thence to San Diego. I’ll arrive in San Diego late evening Pacific Time, then head 40 miles east and 3,500 feet up where I expect to fall asleep in my own bed some time around midnight.

I’ve been on the road for a week, first to a bipolar conference in Pittsburgh, then a family visit in central CT. Tomorrow I expect to spend the day doing nothing. Ahh, nice thought.

For now, over and out ...