Why traveling sucks.

I spent a wonderful weekend of indulgence and laughter with good friends, and all I can think about right now is how tired and sore I am after a ten-hour, overnight bus ride home.

Greetings from PDX

I’m posting from the Heaven Cafe in downtown Portland, courtesy of the Personal Telco Project. It’s pretty nifty. But that’s beside the point. I can hear you all not asking, “How’s Portland? How’s the family?”

Melt faster, dammit; I’ve got a flight to catch.

There’s probably a Home Ec manual from the 50s that gives idiot bachelors like me useful domestic advice, like “the day you’re flying out of town is not the best day to clean out and defrost your refrigerator.” Unfortunately, I’ve never read that manual.