Greetings from the land of big hair, fake boobs and relentless cheerleaders

I was headed down south to drop the dog at the petsitter and handling last minute business by cell phone when she got that look. Rush hour traffic and my dog do not mix. Somehow I managed to divert her in time; she narrowly missed getting sick on my briefcase (thank god!). Leaving her broke my heart, especially knowing how much MORE time I'm about to be away from her with interviews and 5 weeks of upcoming international projects. As I started to leave, she broke free and tried to chase the car as I backed out of the driveway. My heart shattered.

I thought I'd save some time by flying to Dallas yesterday ... well, maybe not time since flying and driving are about equal when factoring in airport security, but at least gain some productivity, avoid another speeding ticket and needless mileage on my jalopy. The flight was delayed over an hour though, so scratch that productivity gain... and add in a concussion from the poor placement of seating at gate 10 and the handrail strategically placed directly behind my head. Ouch!

I did however meet an interesting Italian woman who is connecting me with free triathalon training. Before you break into hysterical laughter, let me clarify, it's a mini... the Danskin. And you are allowed to walk instead of run. My dislocating kneecap wouldn't tolerate anything else.

Thank god the day is almost over. It's certainly been a Monday, although I think I got most of my gremlins out of the way last night. I was on the computer past 2:30 dealing with tech support in India before finally giving up the fight. Exhausted, I fell into bed to catch a few hours of sleep. When my wakeup call rang at 6:00, I was so disoriented that I kept trying to answer the remote control.