Wednesday

Oct, 17, 2001

back to the routine

I am still dragging. When I get my laptop revved up, it is acting weird keyboard-wise. Maybe it had too many bumps and knocks going through security machines (naked through them in the U.S...what's up with that?).

I see that I have an 8:30 phone-in meeting. This one is always early to accommodate Tel Aviv. Yikes. I phone from home.

Finally I get to work. I'm not especially useful. I get IT to have a look at my laptop and they decide to send it off for repair. I listen to another phone meeting. FFP and SuRu and I eat at Edge City.

At home, I'm pretty useless. My bag is missing still. I expect it on tonight's flight. FFP goes to a party. I'd opted out because I knew I'd be tired. I watch TV and doze. FFP comes home. The WEB says my bag will be delivered between 9pm and 1am. But it never is.

"Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace..."

John Lennon, "Imagine"

Meta:
We'll just be keeping Lennon's radical lyrics here indefinitely. I'm updating this after the fact. Which means, of course, that I forget even more than usual.

JUST TYPING
Routine.
Circadian Rhythm.
Come again.