Not so much "...wearin' different clothes again..."
And my name's not Davy. And it was only a one-day trip. But you get the idea.A quick trip for work to SoCal yesterday. Man was I tired by the time I got home again. At least the flight is only about an hour, from San Jose. Happily my car knew the way to San Jose, the airport anyway, so I got there without any difficulty.
Time enough to get through security and grab a bagel and cream cheese - and put up with the posturing of a clutch of corporate cronies plotting the latest takeover of their tiny corner of the Universe. Sound catty? Sorry - but it was very, very early in the morning and I hadn't finished eating.
The day went well, meet-and-greet a lot, connect faces to email signatures and conference call voices. Play nice.
SoCal weather is very nice. Balmy, with the palm trees looking like they really belonged. As opposed to the unfortunate specimens struggling to stay alive along San Carlos in San Jose. (They look even worse with weird bluish streetlights illuminating them.)
On leaving the airport at 8-something in the evening, I plugged my phone (in its iPod mode) back into the car. The Carthusian Office of the Night poured out. I'd forgotten I had been listening to that playlist. The good monks stayed with me all the way home along 101. Soothing.
Tired today. It seem the glamor of business travel has worn off for me. Truth to tell, that happened a long time ago on a continent far away.