Get a Life

I really need to get a life. Here I am in Boston for a couple of days...its 10:15 and I have just gotten into the hotel from the airport. Thursday and Friday last week Minneapolis and the previous two weeks in Lyon, France. It's only May and I have 60,000 miles on Delta/Air France/KLM. TSA totally turned my bag upside down. A very careful packing job was to no avail and I unpacked a jumble of shirts, socks and underwear a few moments ago. Atlanta was gorgeous over the weekend and I just zombied. Called Mom and that is about all. This is no life for a 55 year old fart.