Back in the U.S.A.
Hello. I’m back. I took a plane from London to New York to San Francisco yesterday afternoon after a huge tour of one of our important new product lines and two important meetings, one of them even sober. I landed at 10 AM London time, which was 4 AM New York time, which was 1 AM SF time. So I was wide awake in London, dead asleep in New York and tired as hell in San Francisco. I think I may have slept a bit on at least one of the planes. That Ambien is a wonderful thing.
I was bumped to First from Business on the first leg. I’d like to congratulate American Airlines on its new 777. The compartment I was in was basically the size of my first apartment in Manhattan. And I’m looking forward to my post-flight stint in detox.
I’m glad it’s Friday, and I’m glad I’m back, as nice as London is, and it really is. I took a walk in Hyde Park yesterday morning/evening/night and the leaves were turning all kinds of crispy yellows and reds and browns, and a battalion of guys on horseback in cool uniforms trotted by playing eminently marshall music and it was all pretty perfect. Almost a dream, which could be explicable by the fact that 1/3 of my brain was in a deep coma.
Of course, when I woke up this morning I had 35 email messages and it was only 7 AM here. So I’m going to do that now.
As we begin our weekend, I’m going to keep one of your comments in the forefront of my mind. It comes from Joe from Columbus, Ohio, who writes in with an excellent point. “Didn’t you just write a “sky is falling” column?” he sniped after my upbeat appeal of yesterday morning. “You crack me up.” I laughed when I read that.
You’re right, Joe. I’m exactly the same as the market. Up one day, full of hope and beanery. Down the next, gloom and doom and apocalypse. And badly in need of a mental vacation.
See you all on Monday.