Stuck. Envious.

Once a year I fly to Hous­ton to play golf with my brother and other fam­ily members.

For the sec­ond year in a row I’ve made a real dumb move.  I mis­read my air­line reser­va­tion, think­ing it was a morn­ing (AM) flight, when instead it was an evening (PM) flight. Last year it was on the day I was sup­posed to fly down, that meant I missed an entire day of hang­ing out and play­ing golf. This year it was the flight home, so I have another nine hours to kill before a 7:00 PM flight that I thought was at 7:00 AM.

Wow. The whole AM/PM thing is killing me today.

I’m get­ting a lot done online and read­ing and get­ting ready for work and read­ing and clean­ing up iTunes and blog­ging and read­ing and going to gift shops and read­ing and just doing all the stuff You do if You have a long lay over.

Good thing I had my med­i­ta­tions books with me this morn­ing when I fig­ured this out.

In the mean­time I am a bit jeal­ous of peo­ple who can sleep in the wait­ing areas