Off to New York...

I should really be looking forward to this trip, but the sad truth is that I'm not. I've driven up and down the East Coast so much this year that I'm beginning to feel like a trucker. I'm sure that once I get there, I'll have a blast as usual, but, right now, I just want to hide in my house and do nothing. Travel always seems so exotic to the people that never do it and, I guess, it is. But when you do it for a living, every place starts to look the same. Your brain starts to think crazy things and you start to lose any semblance of a grounded feeling that you may have had. Can't help singing "man in a suitcase" by the Police tonight. Wonder why...