Lazy-ass blogger alert

I've been running around like crazy, getting ready for a spur-of-the-moment business trip to Parts Afar. This entailed flying my ass down to San Francisco late Monday to get a visa to Foreign Parts, and then dashing around having things translated and printed and packed. At times my head felt full of cotton.

But now I am ensconed in the comfort of the Northwest Airlines lounge in, of all places, Portland, Ore. Do you know they will give you free drinks here? And cheese and crackers? It's like they read my mind. I love traveling, I love the entire getting-on-a-plane gestalt.

But it unsettles me, too. For years I've thought, "When I'm on the plane, I'll use the entire time to write," but when I click that seatbelt shut, I'm in a different world. It's not a creating world; it's a looking out the window, accepting any beverage that comes my way, reclining kind of world. Cotton-brained. I am floating, in more ways than one. Plane time is rarely productive time for me, and I like it like that.

Anyway, posting may be scarce for the next 10 days; we'll just have to see whether Foreign Parts will let me blog.