Happiness is an empty airplane seat next to you.

I spent a solid 24 hours in airplanes or in an airport this weekend. What’s that you say? Was I off at some exotic location for a break from my everyday hectic life? Maybe somewhere tropical? Hawaii perhaps? Well no, I wasn’t. I was traveling for work and working.

Am I becoming the weary business traveler guy? You know, those guys you see wearing brown loafers, grey slacks, and a WSJ under their arm when you fly somewhere. I would have to say no, I'm not, based on the simple fact that I look like a total slob most of the time and people probably think I’m traveling cause someone, somewhere died and I have to go to a funeral. Otherwise I'd never be on a plane. Well nothing could be farther than the truth. I've been on more plane trips than China has people.

Needless to say I’m freaking tired right now, so I’m off to bed. More on my trip after I catch up on even more work and some sleep in a real bed.

Is is bad to not want to be like this someday? If I ever grow up?

The Waffle House in Richmond, Virgina changed my life for the better this weekend. Thank you Pam, Karen, and Florance. More on this later...