… actually nobody was talking about sleeping habits. I just realized that this has been one of those weeks for me…
Sunday – slept in Eastern Time Zone (Atlanta)
Monday – slept in Pacific Time Zone (San Francisco)
Tuesday – slept in Mountain Time Zone (Denver)
Wednesday – going to bed in Central Time Zone (Chicago)
At this rate, I am afraid, I might find myself tomorrow in Alaska or Guam since I am running out of time zones…
The airport can afford a yoga room but not a grammar book? Just because the gate has the number 6 in it, that does not make it a plural number!!
BTW, any guesses which airport I am in?
The terminal has, in its ceiling, the flags of the various states of America. (not countries – that would make it Chicago O’hare). Which airport am I in?
For the second time in my life – after about 10 years – I did some clay shooting. This was in Chicago area. I was as terrible as the first time.
I was not exactly killing it. More like emotionally scarring them. Threatened to hit them any moment – but never really did.
I think I managed 13 out of 50. That said, it was very enjoyable. Got to meet some great executives and some really sharp shooters.
Has been a rather hectic year…
I know I had crossed the Georgia boundary. But now I am confused… which of the two Carolinas am I in?
(Seen on my third trip between Atlanta and Charleston in as many days)
এর মানে – উপরে গেলে শান্তি পাবেন। তবে টেরচা করে কেন উপরে যেতে হবে সেটা ঠিক বুঝলাম না।
Daddy daughter long drive. 6 hours, 330 miles (500 km) from Milton, GA to Charleston, SC.
This morning, our plane can’t quite make up its mind!!