I'm leaving on a business trip for a few days, if you can believe that. Nothing super special, I just volunteered to go to CMU to help with campus recruiting. As yet another first-time experience (first "business trip", first time in Pittsburgh, first visit to CMU campus) I'm chalking it up as fun, especially since I actually enjoy this kind of recruiting thing. Call me a saavy traveller; I haven't had time to put up pictures of *Disneyland* yet, let alone my big happy blogger road trip, and I just got back from a fabulous vacation to Illinois a couple of weeks ago. Now I'm heading back east for more picture-taking.

On our way back from Illinois, our plane was late getting into O'Hare, which caused us to miss the only connecting flight to Seattle. We ended up overnighting in Phoenix: four hours of sleep before the next flight in, when I'd get home in the middle of a work day I hadn't planned to miss. I'm a pretty patient person (I even had the gall to take enjoyment in experiencing the Phoenix heat in the middle of the night), but it was still frustrating and unpleasant. We got back to Seattle on September 10, 2001. I've got a feeling I'm going to have even more patience for air travel now.