The last 24 hours started with a largely sleepless night — something about Iraq kept me up, worrying. Groggy, I stumbled into the business day, that included three business meetings in three separate cities, along with a smattering of paperwork.
It all ended with a ravenous meal to quench a hunger that resulted from forgetting to eat, and, then, three margaritas. A rare over-indulgence warranted by the circumstances
Looking back at my day, the whole thing is a blur with one exception. A 100 mile blast to and from one of my meetings on my long-term Suzuki V-Strom. It’s the only time I was really paying attention.
