Saturday, September 29

Today I am in London. I am flying home to Chicago today and as of now, don't have to be anywhere next week. Amazing. I know that will change.

I woke up around 9am today and thought, "hmm....should I go for a run? should I go the Tate Museum? so many choices!" But the best choice of all is the one that I took, which was to lounge in bed watching TV, take a leisurely shower, and sit here geeking it out on the computer. I can spend hours doing nothing like nobody's business. I think in some ways I use my job as an excuse for not being more active...I work 80 hours a week and travel around like crazy, so I should be able to sit around on a Saturday and do nothing, dammit. (Right??)

I'm going to India in about a month and I'm kind of nervous about it. It sounds awful. I was talking to a colleague of mine who has been there and he said when you are on the plane home, the flight attendants come through with these "misters" that emit puffs of some industrial strength germ killer/disinfectant throughout the whole plane. Wow, with stories like that who wouldn't be dying to go.... One thing that's making me a bit more excited about it is that I'll stop through London on my way home to hang with Wayne - he just received his entry clearance to work in the UK and is moving to London at the end of October.

I'm shocked that it's the end of September. At what point in your life do you stop feeling like time is flying by??