December 29, 2004

We'll Be Back After These Messages

I know I promised you my travelogue, and it's tentatively been written in my head - I just need to type it up. Unfortunately, this has been the day from hell (I seem to have a few each year).

Having arrived home after 18 hours of non-stop go-go-go to get from Gamlingay to Denver, I awoke at 5am to find myself either a victim of a stomach bug or the airline chicken. Regardless, those items in my belly were not content to continue calling it home.

This morning, anticipating going into work and suffering to avoid taking excessive vacation time (after all, I'd rather use it to sit on the beach in Costa Rica next year), we drove over to Lakewood where my car had been sitting in a friend's carport for the last week, as I had spent the night there so he could drop me off at the airport early with no worry of holiday parking.

My car was still there, but it had lost something very important: the ability to start. Jump-start was a no-go, so it was towed to my mechanic and there it sits at this hour.

So rather than enjoying being back at home and getting caught up at work, I sit in bed writing this update so that you don't send out the search parties. However, if they're comprised of hot women with beer, please send them out anyway.