Tomorrow morning early it’s off to Oregon. It’s not a cross-country trip with my family. No, not yet; but it’ll do.
We’ll be posted up on the beach, a gaggle of managers (I don’t know what the right term is for a group of us). I catch the plane at 5:30am. On the drive over to the Oregon coast I hope to stop at this former logging camp place that’s now a killer breakfast spot. Have some eggs and bacon and coffee and enjoy the smaller parts of conversation.
Once we get to the hotel I can maybe put a little piece of the past week behind me. Take the three days to conference and network and wine-taste and come back to things which have progressed a bit. I’m brining some cigars and I like to think we might be close enough to the beach that I might walk along the strand in the Oregon mist and smoke one. One day at a time anyway, right?
I expect another slow week for writing, but I’ll try.