turnaround journey

[gurdonark]

Up at dawn, to catch an early plane. A mystery novel from 1965--it holds my interest, but I count cliches. The plane stops in Las Vegas, and I check my voice mail. I eschew the slots this time ("poison", I think, "poison", just as I imagine that certain fattening foods are "poison", as I see their deleterious effects on me). I land in San Francisco and ride the BART train to the Financial District. Check my e mails, review a document, send an e mail about the document. Four hours in meetings, a rush to a cab, the cabbie flying through the streets to help me make my flight, a boarding pass, a stop in Phoenix, I purchase a fantasy novel in which animals talk, and the long ride home. The BBC recounts the State of the Union, which is imperfect, and
I arrive home at 1:30 a.m., too tired to sleep.

Comments

[cathla143.livejournal.com]

What a whirlwind day!

You refer to the slots as "poison"... Sometimes I think my computer is just that... Detaining me from my work or household duties, or even from reading a good book! But, we all need some diversion now and then, or else we'll become stagnant... And, these diversions (LJ, email) sometimes result in pleasant little moments in an otherwise workaday world.

[gurdonark.livejournal.com]

I know just what you mean about the computer. Altho, the synonym is not only "poison" but also "chocolate"!