If anyone out there actually reads this thing and you are just on pins and needles waiting for additional observations of the east coast, well, you're in luck, my friend. Today's depositions ended early and I got to the airport far, far in advance of my expectation, and so I have tons and tons of time to ramble on and on and on.

I have only a few observations, really.

1. Additional things I have forgotten about the east coast:

a. Underwater traffic tunnels (trippy); and
b. Emergency Broadcast System alerts (boy, that'll get your attention if you haven't heard one of those in, oh, 12 years).

2. Additional things I hate about traveling:

a. Boston airport's questionable decision to play three Lionel Richie songs within 45 minutes;
b. People who find it entertaining to whistle to themselves and have no regard for the fact that their would-be orchestral rendition of Carlos Santana's duet with that guy from the band I can never remember really is not music to my ears; and
c. Questionable upholstery.

I was remotely tempted on my drive from Concord, NH to Boston, to keep on driving to see all of my friends down the east coast and all of their new kidlets. Alas, though, work calls... and so does my first class seat with sufficient overhead bin space.