...at least until next Tuesday. A mere twelve hours from now I'll be on the freeway, making my way to the parking service to drop off the car before getting on that plane for Newark....
By remarkable coincidence, I heard the story of the guy infected with some particularly nasty form of TB who took two flights while infected as I was printing out my boarding pass. Really makes me excited about ten hours total cooped up in airplanes, Jim.
So does the weather forecast for Greenwich: Friday 84/62, Saturday and Sunday 81/62, all with a chance of thunderstorms. Perfect weather to be outside while all dressed up. At least if it rains no one will notice how much I'm sweating in the humid air.
Of course I don't have a suitable umbrella. I have two, but both are oversized and have corporate logos on them. I love 'em both, but neither will fit in my bag.
Everything's ready, sort of. I have my camera gear checked out and picked up fresh film today. (Yes, I still use film for "professional" work. I will, however, also have my digi happy-snap along for interesting/fun stuff.)
What's not ready? Me. Even though all the details and schedules are falling together nicely, there are a couple of major question marks that, if the answers aren't the ones I want, could screw up the whole deal.
I remain cautiously optimistic. Very cautiously. At least I'll make enough money to cover expenses and even show a tiny profit.
Au revoir, fellow babies.
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