My first thought when I got into this was that I would be glad when it was over.

Well, it is over. And I am glad.

My feet are KILLING me. It's around half-past seven local time, and my plane leaves in 3 hours. In about an hour I'll take a cab to the airport. It's less than a ten minute ride. I'll then fly to Atlanta, getting in at (too lazy to check) and then leave at (too lazy to check) for Orlando where I'll land at 8:15am Eastern. I'm sure I won't sleep on the plane. I just hope if I do happen to fall asleep nobody is snoring loudly and no kids are screaming and crying.

Today's session went well. Mark called me this morning. I thought he'd was calling for breakfast but he was at the airport. He was catching an earlier flight home because his son is sick. I putzed around a little, did a tour of the USS Midway, ate lunch at a local mall, and then headed back to the hotel to clean up and get dressed.

The show was ok today. Less people than yesterday, I think. Around 5pm people seemed to get more interested in drinking and eating than in anything we had to say, which was fine. Made some good contacts and met some nice Motorolans. We have some opportunities for follow-up, which is what this was all about I guess. I spoke to a bunch of people and didn't drop the ball or anything, so I'm happy about that.

Signing off now to lay around and moan and groan about my feet.

stay classy