Irrational Exuberance

Well, that’s what ol’ Al Greenspan would call it, anyway. Looks like I won’t be coming home early after all. Some of the final cleaning and paperwork won’t be finished at the end of the workday, so I’ll be here in the morning, perhaps with my customer [who did change their flights already], perhaps just by myself, reviewing the quality paper.

Thankfully, my father and my buddy David, affectionately known as “Captain Quality”, have trained me well. If I’m the last guy here, it’s okay. David trusts the vendor’s quality department, and so do I. They do good work. I’ll just be reviewing all the paper, making sure that i’s are dotted and t’s are crossed.

Unfortunately for me, I’m beginning to feel like absolute crap. Have been all day. Even if I’m here all day [we may yet find available travel on Friday afternoon] and into Saturday, right now, about all I want to do is sit and read.

Yeah, yeah … go get your violin.

[UPDATE: I’ll be booked in about another five minutes on a 3:50p.m. flight back to Huntsville Huntsville via Houston. Sweet Home, Alabama … Lord, I’m comin’ home to you … I think.]