Subtitle: Can I take it with me?
The arrangement, as I’m sitting here, thinking about the upcoming schedule, the deal is this: do a last minute reading, then go and rent two apartments Friday afternoon, which means sort through a short metric ton of paperwork. “Sign here, and here, and here.”
Then it’s Austin Happy Hour for sordid folks at the Chili Parlor. Then off to Austin’s airport, hope that SWA is on time, and that I arrive at my destination in one piece and reasonably worn out, and ready to sleep. “No sleep till El Paso.”
Whatever.
The Austin airport logs off its wireless network at some unreasonably early hour, so I’m figuring I won’t have net access Friday night. Good thing I’ve got a book to read. But that also means – Mercury is RX – that travel schedules, plans and all the other details are apt to go awry.
I’m sure it will all be very amusing.
