Rando

So, I'm at the airport waiting to get on a flight to Salt Lake City (which was delayed), and from there, to Phoenix, AZ (if I can make my connection).  A little last minute travel engagement.  Have bag, have AMEX, will travel. I should probably do a little research on the customer.

I spent literally my entire day yesterday catching up on expense reports.  An activity I despise, and because I delay it, I end up hating it more when it piles up and I have EIGHT reports to do.

I was coming to the gate and I passed a couple.  She was saying to him, "Guess what I drank this morning?"

Well, it's still pretty early - it was about 6:10 at that point, so who knows?  I never did hear what it was - we kept walking our separate ways.  But now I'm curious.  I'm betting it wasn't battery acid. She wouldn't have been able to articulate very well.

My futon is coming along nicely.  When I'm ready to share, I'll post a nice picture of it - but I have managed to put some throw pillows on it.  I have a good eye for that sort of thing.

Let's see.  This weekend, I don't have any plans.  No family visits, no weddings, no nothing.  I'm stoked.  It's sad that I'm plotting my weekend at 7AM on a Tuesday, but it's all I have at this point.

I mean, seriously - my expenses are up to date; I don't have any timesheets.

I guess I could answer a few emails, wait on my elusive flight to Salt Lake City.

And you know what that means?  I can cross Utah off my list.

Feet on the ground, and it counts.  That's the rule I follow.

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