I'm someplace quite hot out with fellow geeks (gee, that rules out 2 states). It's nice, but with the occassional lizard. I'm learning new things (Abby will have nothing on me) and practicing old things (if you have a linolium floor and liquid nitrogen you CAN make little hovercraft out of chalk).
On check in, I had a room full of trespassers (ants ants ants ants!) which required a change to a new room, empty in an otherwise packed hotel probably due to the fact that the room was already occupied by Beelzebug, a mosquito that would NOT be cast out. I'm not quite sure what ammo to use on a Mosquito. Birdshot perhaps, but you'd need wide open choke to get the most spread at short distances.
Fortunately Beelzebug appeared to be male as although he likely stared at my backside as I slept he did NOT bite and I got a good nights sleep after a long journey.
I did get one night free to go play tourist, shedding off my professional demeanor and just hitting the road. Driving in a new city is always an adventure. As you get towards the southwest part of the country there are LOTS of retirees driving around and I found out three things as I drove with the windows down singing "Blue Hairs Driving in my Lane" to the tune of Willie Nelson's "Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain" to any trucker or roadrunner that passed by.
(1) If someone has their turn signal on it's a likely a factory defect.
(2) Little old ladies in pristine caddy's always have the right of way.
(3) If you get to a certain neighborhood on the south side by accident, all that wrought iron is NOT ornamental.
I had a nice supper of local cousine (hot hot hot hot!) and came back to read lots of technical documents in prep for day #3. Outside, the sun is setting across a land that's timeless, and inside is a beverage whose time is numbered. Midwest Chick just emailed me dinner beef porn and my best friend is a phone call away. Long days but good days.
Barkley is having a wonderful time with friends and will be looking forward to a conjugal visit with his plush dog bed at home on my return (I swear, I had him fixed, I do NOT know why he does that!) I know he's having a blast, especially with his favorite dog friends and a little pool to play in, but I miss him.
To all of you who make the effort to visit even when I'm away. Thanks, it's nice to know you're out there.