When I left yesterday, Cleveland had had 3 days of straight up murk - a damp, chilly grayness that left us all asking ourselves, "This is still spring, right?" We were starting to believe that we had slipped into something of a weather wormhole, zipping us right past summer and into fall again. There was even frost on the windows Monday morning.
But after a near painless TSA experience and two quick flights, oh-so-very early in the morning, I arrived in Charlotte only to find that it looked a lot like home...if home actually had sunshine a noticable portion of the time. Suddenly I had summer, all at once.
A stop at the
gun free zone convention hall to pick up my media pass, a visit to Walmart to find a pair of cheap sunglasses and all at once it hit me - I was
tired. I found my motel, befriended the desk clerk (who gave me a tip on a nearby Indian restaurant, plus a room with a fridge
and a microwave) and decided to just relax - streaming Netflix, a big ol' bathtub, and a king size bed were calling my name.
The NRA could wait - the real fun starts today, anyway.