In about ten hours, I get back on the road. I can’t wait for it to get here. It’s only been three months, but that feels like a lifetime. Even that ten hours will feel like forever even though it’s only one (work) day out of so many like it. Heck, it’s just like enough days before I’ve done this exact same thing.
And yet, it never stops being exciting. I’m trying to remember ten things, and decide on five others, and long for the time to pass so the rubber can start meeting the road. I’ve got old business to attend to and new business to begin. But before any business, I have to get through this damned day.