Four hours left...

Usually, I'm not a clock-watcher, but I was not successful in catching a nap prior to starting this shift, so I'm pretty sensitive about how much time is left before this shift is over.

I did get myself packed last night, with remarkably few issues (except for one that occurred to me while trying to fall asleep, having to do with a piece of hardware that I haven't packed but should... if only now I could remember what it was!).

The position here at the Moscow Support Room hasn't changed much in terms of what needs to be done, though I find myself stepping gingerly through the routine and seem to be letting "muscle memory" tell me what to do. (So far, it's working, so don't knock it.)

Cheers...

In Atlanta...

Traveling first class (what business class is inside the country) sort of loses its charm when you're sleeping all the way.

Ah, well. Ten minutes to the start of boarding here in Atlanta, and I have to take care of some online banking. Sheesh!

Cheers...