After a couple pitchers of water and another round of revisions to my talks, I’m feeling more human. Maybe it’s time to soak in the tub.
Part of me thinks it was nuts to get up so early, and that I should have just downed something from the minibar and gone back to bed. But I find I’m so wired when I’m on the road, and that this nervous energy is usually pretty productive, I figured it was worth the risk.
[To the tune of Bob Dylan & Grateful Dead, “Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door,” from the album “Dylan & The Dead”.]