Franklinsanity

7:43 am – somewhere between New Britain and JFK:  well, after a 36 hour break and 3600 miles of driving, it’s time to get up in the air again. It’s appropriate that it’s the Summer Solstice, because this will indeed be a long day. 

I think I’ve got to start taking short hops out of Hartford airport of something – the trip to NYC or Boston airports at rush hour is a tad annoying. Actually had an Uber driver panic and take me back to the house this am when he finally processed what his GPS was telling him. 

He said he had to pick his daughter up later and couldn’t make the round trip to JFK. Sentimentalist that I am, I couldn’t not let the guy off the hook for that.

Speaking of kids, the ding-dang Warriors LOST last night. I am happy for LeBron and all, but Teddy is, literally, going to weep all day. He was in panic/funk just during the first quarter last night. Hell of a way for him to start the day. (This is a boy who hates losing so much he cried for two hours after a semi-final loss in a little league game.)

Well, I suppose you are never too young to learn to despise Mondays!

Conference calls out the wazoo today. The best thing about this next bout of travel?  I can just focus on the work; multitasking/shifting focus is not my jam. I want to do one thing at a time, 100 pct. 

Traffic!  Sweet. 

I think I need more coffee:  this is a grim-sounding post. Or maybe it’s just the aftermath of a two-episode binge of GoT last night. I hadn’t watched that shit in full HD before. Good lord. All caught up now, and thank you for the PTSD. 

Hmmmm. I think the Virgin terminal at JFK has a Dunkin Donuts…