Never Drive a Car When You're Dead

Here's my day so far:

• Get up late. (Sleep until almost 7 AM!)
• Finish packing, check e-mail, walk kids to school.
• Drive four hours to Boston.
• Spend nearly two hours getting our boxes released from the bowels of the hotel.
• Spend over two hours unpacking boxes and newfangled computer system and arranging them pleasingly on tables in the basement of said hotel.
• Answer work e-mails for another two hours or so.

Here's what I'm looking forward to:

• being back in that hotel basement at 6:15 tomorrow morning for the opening of this conference
• working through breakfast and the morning break
• running over for a meeting at eleven elsewhere in Boston
• running back for the hoped-for lunchtime rush
• working through a couple of afternoon breaks and trying not to fall over before the end of the evening reception at 6:30

I may perk up and type something substantial here before I go to bed in a couple of hours, but I tend to doubt it. So this post serves to note that I am in Boston and tired, and that I expect to be tired until sometime on Sunday, at best. And I really hope these valuation guys buy books this year like they always have before....