One of those travel days

Today treated me to several of the special variations of hell that travel can offer.

I had to get up early, at 5:30 a.m., only to learn my flight was delayed--but not enough to let me go back to bed.

I spent both flights in cramped standard seats; no upgrades today.  The second flight found me in the very last row of the plane, in a seat so small I physically could not work on my laptop.

I didn't hit the hotel until after ten p.m. Eastern time.

The good news is that I made it, and so did my luggage, so I don't really have too much to complain about.

Dinner was a high point; more on that tomorrow, I hope.

For now, I must finish work and then crash.