On the road again: Portland, day 5

Nothing starts a day better than a 5:30 a.m. wake-up call, a rushed shower, and a drive on slick streets through the dark to an airport.

Actually, pretty much anything starts a day better than that, but that's how my day began.  Lots of flying, lots of work on planes, and fitful dozing when I couldn't work filled all of the daylight hours.

I'm home now, though, and very glad to be here.

Soon, I'll resume writing more interesting posts. 

But not tonight.