Back In Touch

From left to frustrated: Tari's BF, Carlton; online sales manager, Tari; me. Photo by hippie, Jon Iverson.

It's always this way. One day into the Show, and I'm ready for it to be over; exhausted by all I've seen and heard, overwhelmed by all I have to learn, legs sore from getting to know the maze of halls, throat sore from exchanging sudden salutations.

By the end, however, I'm wishing for more time. Wishing I'd been able to keep my promises of, "I'll be back later," and "I'll see you then."

I'm sorry I've been so out of touch. I didn't get sick this time [hallelujah!], but mine was the room without internet access [poor me!]. Terribly frustrating for a guy whose work lives on the internet.

So: I've got a lot of catching up to do. Okay. I'll be back later. See you then.