4:00 a.m. Let's see... I went to bed at 12:30 this time. Wow. I'm in good shape. 3.5 hours. Well, that's better, anyway. I get up and take a quick shower. Today I am going to Boston on a week-long business trip. I have been promoted to supervisor in our firm and we are having our annual meeting at the corporate headquarters.
I have a lot to do before I go. I've barely started packing. I refuse to check luggage when I fly because it seems everytime I do, something terrible happens. Last time was when I flew into O'Hare on a red-eye. I was sick with what turned out to be Strep, but being as I was on vacation, I couldn't see a doctor. I had it for probably 5 days by the time I flew back home. Anyway, as you can guess, my bags were nowhere to be found. I spent 2 hours in line with other unlucky travelers waiting to fill out a claim. There were three people working that night and about 60 of us without luggage. Amazingly, not ONE of the people behind the counter spoke English as a first language. In fact, they barely even spoke it as a SECOND language. I remember the Indian guy trying to get help from the Spanish lady. Ha ha. I have to admit that was funny despite being feverish and coughing up blood...
5:03 a.m., I am cleaning. I don't know about you guys, but when I get home from a trip there is nothing more depressing then a messy house. I look in the fridge. A tomato. 5 onions. Salsa. 2 dozen eggs. 3 pounds of butter. Mrs. Butterworth. Well, I could make scrambled eggs. If I had time. Which I don't. And why do I have so much butter? Instead, I consume exactly 13 pills designed to keep me healthy in lou of a crappy diet. Breakfast a la The Jetsons.
6:10 a.m., I plan on vaccuming at 7:30. I bet the college guys downstairs will love me for that. I get dressed and look at myself in the mirror. Somehow I scream prostitute this morning. Perhaps the pink capri pants with the hot pink heels is a bit too much. I change into my favorite jeans and flip flops. Ah. Better.
7:30 a.m., Okay, time to wake up the neighbors. I'll write later from Bean Town.