It occurs to me, as I sit here wrapped in a towel in a hotel room in Memphis, with my clothes hanging over the bathtub, that I should have had more foresight to choose clothes (or deodorant or a comb), instead of books, when informed that my suitcase was 3 lbs. overweight during check in. That suitcase is probably now in Montgomery, Alabama. Alas, I am not.
Flights were grounded, cancelled and delayed due to the tropical storm in the Southeast. I've never been afraid to fly, though I'm starting to dread hours spent at gates and definitely see a pattern with routes through Memphis.
I was in St. Louis last week for a drinking/work conference (bonus: discovering an amazing brewery with my friend Mel), which I parlayed into a weekend visit to Wisconsin to see my friend Holly. I couldn't ask for more fun or better friends, but after ten days out of town, I wanna go home...
Perhaps I exaggerate.
