I May Have Been Born Yesterday...

But I spent the night in town.

The later in the week it gets, the weirder this area gets at night. More homeless folk on the corners. One man in particular with long grey hair, and beard, that could be Spanish moss for all I know, talking about something very important.

I don't know what he was talking about; it wasn't really directed toward anyone. But it was important. This idea was in his head and it was so important that it had to get out, right then. Didn't matter that people were wandering by with the obligatory lack of eye contact, faces set and straight ahead, or slightly downward at the engrossing sidewalk. Didn't matter. This idea was important, by damn, and it was going to be said. After all, surely there was someone listening.

It's been a rough day, and tomorrow will be worse. I don't know when I'll be leaving for home; at the very least, my flight will be pushed back to make time for me to visit the customer site in the morning, as I must. Problem's not fixed; must fix it. Worse, I could be staying another day and coming home on Saturday. Worst case, I could visiting the customer site again on Monday. It's the uncertainty that kills you. Will I even be staying in the same hotel? Should I pack and load my bags in the rental card just in case? God...the rental car. How long will I be keeping it?

Bed time now, though. Must sleep. A sandwich from the surprisingly opulent Grand Lux Cafe, and a nice big glass of Oban that was almost as expensive as the sandwich should see me to sleep. Maybe. Rest has largely been denied me on this run.