I'm leaving on a jet plane

Anybody remember that song? It was one of my favorites back in the late seventies.

So in about six hours I have to leave for the airport. Can't sleep. Too excited. Tried drinking beer, tried working out, tried sitting on the deck watching the fireflies give their nightly show in the meadow, nothing's working, I still can't sleep. Why can't I go now? I mean, I've been packed since nine this morning, why should I have to wait for the plane? Shouldn't they work around my schedule? Oh yeah, I don't own a private jet....have to work on that.

So far my vacation from work has been fabulous. Now for the real vacation, Seattle and San Francisco. The west coast may never recover...

If I actually get time to post while there, I will. Otherwise I'll see you all in July!

Later!