I’m sitting in the airport, waiting to get out of town, and the busy work schedule has already kicked into high gear. Except for a few forward thinking Capricorn’s, most people wait until January 1 to get a hold of me and find out what the new year will be like. Elvis scopes are up, the yearly overview is up, and I find myself repeating the same message over and over. And then there’s El Paso.
Work. Work. Work. Then dinner with the psychic friends network. What did you expect? One of the readers brought her oldest male child, and for the life of me, I couldn’t find the horns and the tail that she had described on the boy. I looked and looked, but I just don’t get it. Might have been the fact that I was pretty tired, by El Paso time, I had been up and moving since about five in the morning, catching the red eye and getting set up for another day shift.
Garth Brooks was on SNL late at night. I guess that sort of explains what I did at the end of the evening. I missed the Monster Truck show, though.
