I just got back from my first time of flying-somewhere-on-company-funds-just-so-I-can-run-tests-on-the-wifi. Tonight it was from Long Beach to San Francisco and back - yes, on the same plane. So I was in San Francisco for about twenty-five minutes. And now I'm back in Carlsbad. And I didn't know I would be doing all of that until eleven this morning.
I'm exhausted but happy and the main thought that keeps coming to my mind is that there's just something about walking down from a plane on steps or an outdoor ramp instead of a jetway that just makes one feel so damn important. I like it.
Goodnight.
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