Hittin’ the Road, Jack

I’m loading up the car with about 14 loads of laundry and more books than I’d read here in 2 weeks to go see my parents for 4.5 days. I always have this irrational belief that away from home, time will somehow expand and I will accomplish all kinds of stuff that I know I should have done before I left. Bringing it with me is my psychological crutch so I can leave my house. When I get to my destination, experience tells me I will either forget about it or just decide it’s not important–it will be easier when I get home.

No Paul for family Christmas this year…no film runs smoothly–his editor got so sick her first day on the job that he had to drive her home, and now he’s riding the AVID (editing system) himself–even though he’s no jockey, so it makes for a slow ride–but strangely, editors who want to work for free during Christmas don’t hang from trees like plentiful ornaments.

That was a weird paragraph. It’s early (for me).

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