The officially recognized word for expressing one’s own feeling of well-earned rest after a crazy spell of time is “Whew” and that’s how I feel. I haven’t traveled a great deal while writing, editing, and promoting the book, until now. Denver, Seattle, Sonoma (via Sacramento), and back to Denver, all in succession. Whew. There, I said it.
Well, how about that. How about me! I’m actually posting this week’s blog on the correct day. Gosh, maybe I shouldn’t have typed that. I mean, I’m just now starting this blog and all sorts of nefarious things could still happen, including but not limited to falling space debris, a super-rare Minnesota earthquake, a swarm of locusts, or me winning the lottery. Actually, that final option is not possible, because I haven’t been playing the lottery. And I’m not saying that if I won $250 million I’d drop this blog in a split second. We don’t know that. I’ve never won $250 million, so I’m out of my area of expertise.
When this blog installment is published, I’m hoping (very seriously) that it’s on our appointed Thursday Blog Day. This week, that would be July 27. I can only hope, though, at this point. Right now, it’s 1:50 pm on Tuesday and I’m sitting in the Delta Sky Club at MSP getting ready to board my flight to Seattle. Once there, it’s three and a half days of fun and other merriment with my buddies Lance, Radar, and Oscar, including golf, fine dining, and a Mariners game. We play golf at 8:00 am on Thursday, so I’ll need to have the discipline necessary to carve another hour out of my schedule to get this posted then. Heck, I might even have to do a second blog to include all the Seattle tales. That might be on Friday Blog Day.
My wife, the lovely and talented Barbara Doyle, has a lot of great ideas. That’s why she’s such a fantastic executive and valued member of the Itron Inc. team, out in Liberty Lake. She’s there right now, actually, and will be flying home tonight before I leave first thing tomorrow morning for Denver and the Mile-High Nationals. It’s the life we lead.