Notes from the road
Traveling for work is just like any kind of travel. You’re in a strange land, in a different time zone perhaps, and sleep in a bed that’s perfectly adequate in all other respects except it’s not yours.
But instead of spending nights painting the town red, you’re painting your spreadsheets with highlighters.
Meals are usually spent alone and cramming your head with facts about the interviewee and the subject matter at hand.
Days and nights are spent churning out material with (hopefully) lightning efficiency.
Dinner might look something like this.
And your last vestiges of consciousness are spent with your favorite Wonderer.
That pretty much sums up my week.
There was barely time to catch up with friends, though I did catch up with the characters of my book of the moment.
After Washington, I made a pit stop in Baltimore to see Lola and Phil.
We took Lola to the dog park, where she observed the other pups from the bench without getting too close (she takes after me, I guess).
Pretty soon, it was time for me to head back to the city.
Insert silly joke here cursing the Amtrak police for barring non-passengers past the door, forcing me to carry my own bags to the train.
The train, a convenient and spacious alternative to other modes of transportation, gave me a few hours of solitude.
The weekend was much too short.