I wake up in the ex-urbs of Chicago, I will go to sleep in Washington DC.
My business traveler zen is serving me well. I continue to fight an intestinal bug, miss my wife and son, and after arriving late to the airport, I was selected for extra special screening. I felt no stress, “this airport is full of planes, another one can be booked to washington soon, I’m sure.”
I realize that “hurry” is an illusion.