On The Road Again

Im on travel for work, work travel is always fun. I get dressed up and hop a plane west. I had to take a later flight then the group. Every trip has a layover and I always find myself landing at gate 9 with my connection at gate 95, inevitable some hastil constructed expansion concourse. I always have to fight the temptation of cinnamon pretzel sticks and have to fight my fear of the take off. I did get to watch, "Yes man" on the flight over. It was hilarious and i openly laughed on my flight. I think i scared my seat mate.

Im in the desert, and at 630am it is bright as shit. My room is bathed in early morning sun which makes me wonder if i can blow off my job and just swim all day. Off to find breakfast.