Dia Largo.

By semi-popular demand (to rip off fauxpas), I begin my chronicle of my vacation in North Carolina. You may have heard, gentle reader, the phrase "getting there is half the fun." Well, getting there was definitely more than half of something for me, and Part One focuses entirely on the day that seemed to last for forty-eight hours during which I got very little sleep.
( Never start a vacation with an eight-hour day. )

Speaking of NC...

Several people took digital photos at the beach house. So far, the only one of me that is currently available on-line is here. I'm the shadowy man on the right who looks like he's in a badly lit mail-order catalog.

The Wall.

I did a pretty good job of switching back to nocturnal schedule, but now I'm really tired. Bleah. I suppose it's not a good idea to crawl under an attorney's desk and sleep for a half hour.

WedNYTX: 9:15. 60A is, um, odd. WedLATX: 7:45.