Insert Willie Nelson lyric here "....."

As the title implies, I am on the road again. Well, soon to be anyway. I'm headed to Virginia, land of coal mines and John Denver songs...or is that West Virginia? Anyway, it's home to the next customer I'm visiting. Another in and out trip, not even enough time to zip up to Washington D.C. and kick it with G Dub. That's what I call him...we're cool like that. I'm getting pretty familiar with the east coast and great lakes states. I'm looking forward to seeing Virginia, evidently this is the time of year to see it. I'm not, however, looking forward to losing an hour of sleep. Time zone changes are always such a beating. I get to the hotel, turn the air conditioner down to -10 degrees, flip open the laptop and turn on the news. I'm running on Texas time, so when it's midnight there, I'm still wide awake. Then the morning comes. When I'm at home I'm up at seven, dressed, and on the road in no time. On the east coast evidently everyone gets started at, oh, six o'clock in the morning. This means I have to be up by four thirty or five Texas time, which in turn means that by three o'clock that afternoon I'm a walking zombie. I can't put together cohesive sentences, can't tie my shoes, drive, or give any sort of worthwhile advice to customers. Oh I fake it, try to sound like I know what I'm doing, but it usually comes out like "Well, uh, I would suggest you...you...YOU...hey you, you're a cool dude, you know it? Man...this guy right here...yeah, this guy...man. C'mere and gimme some sugar." Very embarrassing. I don't normally call someone a "cool dude", and very rarely do I ask any dude for some "sugar", but when I'm deprived of sleep, anything can happen. So yeah, I'm off to Virginia. If you see that I've been thrown in jail for sexual harrassment, call and put in a good word for me.