Anyway, a few thoughts about traveling in general and specific to this trip are in order.
- Belt. I forgot to bring a belt. I'd call it early dementia, but that's too easy an excuse. The truth is that I wore sweatpants on the flight to Denver and never bothered to pack a belt. What to do? Well, fortunately, yesterday my pants fit relatively well. Today, well, at the moment I'm using a binder clip to cinch my pants together. That could be good for a laugh later today at the TSA checkpoint.
- Panic. Yesterday morning I woke up after probably not nearly enough sleep, took a shower, got dressed, and felt rather frantic. I had plenty of time to spare, so I wasn't running late. Oh, and my heart rate was about 103. Things calmed down over the next hour. I'm going to attribute that to introverted stress induced by meeting a large group of people for the first time and feeling as if I need to somehow prove myself. For the record, yesterday was fine.
- Dinner. I am uncomfortable in work-social situations. I always have been. Now I've worked with lots of wonderful people in my life, so it's not the company I keep. It's just that after a day of feeling as is I were "on", it can border on painful to have to continue to keep that pace up well into the evening. For the most part in the past, I simply acquiesced and went along. Last night I didn't and simply came back to the hotel, in spite of a few offers on the part of my new co-workers. Maybe that was a bad idea, but I'm hoping that, from a larger work-karma perspective, I've done enough in my lifetime and am entitled to one or two passes going forward.