Houston??
I leave at noon on
my birthday for three weeks alone in an
Extended Stay America. Alone with the
prime time soap operas I've been avoiding for the past two years and my thoughts and inadequacies. This is the big test, and it's not just professional.
Professionally, I can be honored, and am. Excited even. Not often is such an excursion part of the chronological records of
public service. It means they've got
the faith, and in me, no less. It means
I haven't been sucked under the wheels of the System quite yet. It means I get to think and produce and play with
the really neat toys. It means I come home ready to be a leader.
But that's 8 to 5. What do I do with myself
in a motel room in Houston once night falls and the diligent businesspersons go home to family and dinner? I miss Halloween, and my grandfather's 90th birthday (he suggested to me when last we spoke that he's
willing to stick around for that, but not much longer).
Maybe I'll read a book. Maybe I'll go crazy.
If you know Houston,
/msg me some suggestions, ok?