Tomorrow I must fly to Boise. I have a meeting there on Monday. I will fly home on Monday and be home in time for dinner. Usually I don't fly to Boise. Usually I don't fly anywhere. Usually I get in the car and drive. Thursday I drove to Idaho Falls. Usually I just drive to work and then back home. I used to drive a lot more than I do now. I used to drive for an hour each way to and from work. That was usually boring, but sometimes there were blizzards and then it got exciting. Once I even had an accident; that was REALLY exciting. But tomorrow I fly to Boise. I will rent a car at the Boise Airport, because I sure as hell don't want to be in Boise without wheels. Actually, I don't want to go to this meeting at all. But I will, because I have an overly developed sense of responsibility. And I am, much to my dismay, the Chair of the Idaho Library Association Conference, which will be held here in October. This is not one of my favorite things to do. Actually, my favorite thing would be for people to give me lots of money, regularily, just because I add so much to everyone's life simply by existing. But tomorrow I must fly to Boise.

Damn.