On the road again: IDF, day 4
I'm home. A day that starts after less than three hours of sleep with a 5:15 a.m. wake-up call is never going to be my favorite, but everything from when I woke up until when I reached home went according to plan. Both flights were on time. I was able to work for almost all of both flights. I had time in DFW to grab a lunch of a Red Mango parfait. I even got an upgrade on the second flight.
For a business trip, that's a pretty strong day.
Still, I am very glad to be home. I get to stay here for almost three weeks, and I'm quite looking forward to being in one place for a while.
While in Atlanta, I forget exactly where, I heard this song, and it's music-virused me since then. So, have a go at it. Maybe if it gets into your heads, it will leave mine.
Okay, I'll admit it: As a teenager, when I first heard this song, I had a big-time crush on Petula Clark, and I still like a few of her hits. So sue me.
Posts
2 comments:
During the British invasion of the 60's, I pretended that I had an English accent for awhile and used to sing this song for anyone that would listen in my really bad faux accent. Thanks for the brain implant as now I will be singing this song for days. Yep, in my wonderful accent.
I hope those around you enjoy it.
Post a Comment