He knew that it was coming, but he didn’t fear it. He embraced it. Only two things stood between him and his goal: 1,000 miles and time. He smiled, roguishly, as he thought, “This is a good day. A good day indeed.” He turned off the lights and closed the door…

Only a few more hours and I will be in California.

I’m going back to Cali… to Cali… to Cali…

Umm, sorry about that. I thought that I had a better rein on this ready-to-go-on-vacation thing. Guess it wasn’t as tight as I thought. I’ll work on that. All-in-all, it was a good day: Gym. Work. Home. I was part of an off-site training class. It was both informal and informative; this is a nice combination. I think that it’s easier to learn things when it isn’t being crammed down your throat. I also talked to the ‘rents earlier, just to say “hi” and remind them that I will be airborne tomorning… and that I will call them when we get to L.A.
California Dreamin’…..

Dammit. I’m really sorry about that. *sigh* Otherwise, not a lot to report. On a more serious note, my friend Paul sent me a link to a site of pictures that show signs of the support that people around the world have offered in the wake of the WTC tragedy.
Take a look.

I’m not sure if I’ll be posting over the next few days or if I’ll just keep a running tally of the trip and do a big post on Monday night. I’ll figure something out. Until then….

Peace.