Knitting up the ravelled sleeve of care
Was planning to go to a customer meeting this morning but, with the huddles masses of my breakfast yearning to break free of their gastric bonds, we decided it was probably best if I skipped it and prepared myself constitutionally for my third and final presentation in the afternoon. It’s a good job too as I don’t think I would’ve survived the taxi ride and I know that their meeting rooms do not come equipped with buckets. 200 year-old bonsai plum trees in full bloom, yes. Buckets, no.
The presentation went well with lots of questions then I jumped in a taxi to make it to the bus terminal with 2 minutes to spare and I settled down for a nice, long bumpy ride to the airport trying my damnedest to keep everything inside where it should be.
The plane was pretty empty so when the cabin attendant invited the dude next to me to move to an empty row, I stretched myself out, set my sleep transducer to ‘coma’, adjusted my meal cart detector to ‘sensitive’ and started manufacturing some serious ZZZs, waking every three hours for light sustenance and beverages.
With my ravelled sleeves of care fully knitted – and my lost day safely returned – I landed at SFO in the warm California sun refreshed and ready to face the new day.
It was a great trip – thank you, Yukio, Jeff and Mirek for your kind hospitality!