"It's 5:19, I'm feeling alone"

It wasn't too long ago that I would go to sleep at 3 in the morning night after night. Ah, college. Those who may read this journal in the future could read my posts over the past year in just an hour or two. The transition would be subtle when read. But the transition is anything but subtle.

As I said, 18 months ago, I was up until 3 a.m. nearly every night. My senior year of college culminated in me requiring only 5 hours to be in good shape the next day. So my bed time had inched up from 2 a.m. to a consistent 3 a.m. I'm not going to fact check right now (after all, it's late -- nearly midnight), but blog posts from that era may well confirm what I'm describing.

This being the case, my body was not prepared to wake-up at 3:45 a.m. on Wednesday morning and put a suit and tie on to fly to Indianapolis...My flight was at 6:20 a.m. the airport is 35 minutes away (plus parking). I woke-up, left the house at 4:35 or so and made it to the airport about an hour before my flight. Yes a bit earlier than necessary, but it was my first flight out since being in the new house so I wasn't sure about the drive.

By 8:15, I was eating breakfast with my sister and Noel. My boss arrived at 10 and off we went to our meeting. (In short, there are not a lot of direct flights from Detroit to Indy...) I arrived home around 8 p.m.

It was a long day. Now I am exhausted still on the recovery trail. Little rest for the weary as I'm getting up early on Saturday to drive down to Anderson for Dave Matthews.

What's the plan for the show anyway? Time of concert? Dinner? I'll be around mid- afternoon...