Engineering staff meetings and ungodly travel. 11 hours monday on airplanes and in airports, and 14 hours wednesday ditto (Starting at 0300 hours) and by the time I got home last night I was knackered. And now I’ve just gotten through the days catchup, and tomorrow I need to get expenses done, and pack up my grip, and sunday is SHOT.
Four hours of screaming two year old directly in front of me. OK, he did sleep for about a half hour, but during that time, his 3 year old sister took up the slack. Dad was fiftysomething, and mom, who looked very much like Caroline Catz, was thirtysomething, and had another in the oven. Made me wonder if this was the ‘Trophy” and if so what horrible thing he’d done to deserve it.
Man, I am so glad that one is behind us. And now, we have a brave new world, right? We will have to see how 2017 shakes out. I have hopes, but I also remember the first rule of wing walking.