The Effects of Frequent Flying...

I feel like I've been on a red eye for the last 4 weeks. I've spent more time in hotels than my own home and have used a suitcase more often than my dresser. Where there used to be a toilet is now just the bare plumbing and the laminate has been replaced with cement foundation....I guess we decided to renovate while I was away. The cat condo, which I recently broke my toe on, has been moved to a location of high traffic and it makes me feel uneasy in it's new spot. I got home last night and didn't recognize the clothes in the drawer because I hadn't seen them in so long. When I first got to my room, I noticed a towel on my bed. I couldn't remember if I had put it there and if I hadn't, who did and what were they doing?

This is one of the many effects of frequent flying. Don't get me wrong, I like travel. To travel on the company's buck is a great way to see the world. But sometimes it seems like I spend all my time at home catching up to the rest of this world, the home life. It doesn't stop because I can't be here. Life goes on and it goes on without me.

It sounds a little dark, maybe a tad depressing, but at least it's honest. I haven't had a day off in 3 weeks because of trade shows. Exhausting trade shows. I sat through a phone conference today and the only thing I contributed was a yawn every minute or so. I did get a lot of work completed, but I have to admit I found myself just staring at my computer screen a few times and wasn't really sure how long that had been going on. Is that sleeping with my eyes open? I think they were really wide open too....like my eyelids had given up. It probably would have looked weird if someone had walked in.

I started writing this two days ago, thought I might have something more to add to it or end on some great insight. It looks like I'm tapped out on words of wisdom for now.

I just caught myself staring again...my eyeballs are dry.

~Bean