The hardest part of traveling a great deal,

at least for me, is not the travel itself, nor the wear and tear on my body, nor even (though this is a big one) the calories that are hard to avoid at business meals.  No, the hardest part is dealing with all the household stuff that piles up while I'm gone.  The simple things that I address daily when I'm home--handling the physical mail, paying the bills, and dealing with other financial matters--pile up when I'm away.  They're not what I want to do first when I get home, so they continue to grow, until I find I'm desperately behind on them and must devote hours to them.

That was my situation today, because I'm flying out very early tomorrow morning, so that's where a great deal of my day went.

Tomorrow, Portland.