Jetlaggin’

Five nights in a different time zone presents an interesting dilemma, especially when you have to wake up on the sixth day for a flight that departs at 6:25. Do you hang out ’til midnight, wake up at 8, and then pay for it in coach (where you cannot sleep, because you are Michael Harrison, who simply cannot slumber whilst airborne)? Or do you go to bed after Matlock, causing your peers to question your youthful vigor, and arise before dawn in the hopes that you’ll somehow remain in your originating time zone physiologically if not spatially?
It’s almost ten o’clock PST, so I’m obviously attempting the latter option.
I’m looking forward to being back in the Carolinas. While the courteous staff of the amazing Hotel Avante in Mountain View have made my stay here as wonderful as was within their powers, I am very much ready to relax in the guest room of my parents’ home in Wilmington. Perhaps not as stylishly contemporary in design, and certainly without a chic and relaxing Hi-Fi Room, their ranch offers much in the way of creature comforts. Plus, there’s a slim chance the weather might allow a few walks on the ocean. We shall see.
It seems a fairly sure bet that I’ll be setting up a local blog at oldbie, since I’m getting a little fed up by LJ. I’m leaning toward Movable Type, though there are some pretty nifty plugins for WordPress available (the Google Analytics one, in particular). I’d love to be able to archive my LJ posts locally somehow, and I’ve read a few howtos on just that. If anyone has any more information, please do drop a line.
Anyway, up and at’em in about 6 hours, and I’ve got to call the wife. See you on the other side. Of the country, that is.