Crazy busy day at work trying to wrap things up, pass things off, and basically ensure that no one has any need to track me down anywhere at any time for any reason whatsoever. The major issue being that we have two big proposals to potential clients that need to be written before I get back, and I'm pretty much the only one who can do it well, aside from my boss, who has the skill (of course) but not the time. But if we get one of the two clients, I'm pretty much guaranteed some extra stamps in my passport. And hopefully more stays at the W in NYC. :)
So, worked like crazy, then picked up Alex and gathered up some food and distractions and went back to the office. Met with someone about her development goals, helped her revise her plan for the year, and worked with her on last-minute details of Major Client Education Roll-Out that is going to launch while I'm gone. (I had arranged it so it would launch before I left, but the client pushed the launch date back. So much for planning.) In the midst of this I took a call from the great and fabulous Leslie who called to say that she passed the bar!! Go, Leslie! Go, Leslie! /me cabbage patches
Then I spent the next 90 minutes cursing and trying to reassemble the underpinnings of and reattach the "W" key on my keyboard. Thanks, Alex. (grumble, grumble)
I'm basically packed -- I just need to pack the backpack and Alex's bag o'stuff for the plane. Trash is out for collection in the morning. Bills are paid (thanks to Joe's online management of such). Lots of suits are freshly dry cleaned and awaiting my return and subsequent business trips.
Oh, my boss got really worried about the amount of travel that I'm doing over the next three weeks and "bought back" a few days for me. Nice.
I miss Joe fiercely. He called today while I wasn't at my desk and I was so disappointed. His talk at Cambridge is tomorrow. Well, today. I hope it goes well -- he's worked really hard. I'm so proud of him!
I have a backlog of musings that I need to capture -- probably will do so on the plane going over. When I'm not sleeping, that is.