Is hard.
While I admire the punctuality of Super Shuttle, I wasn't prepared for them to arrive 25 minutes earlier than their scheduled window. Putting said Shuttle at my front door at 4:20am this morning. I literally threw on some clothes, ran downstairs and told the driver he was going to have to wait for me. I then ran back into the house, got dressed, zipped up my suitcase, kissed the (sleeping) kids/husband goodbye, and was out the door. The driver was nice, and didn't seem at all inconvenienced by my tardiness. As for the other people in the van, well, they were speaking Spanish. So I am going to assume that if they had anything shitty to say about me they were saying it en Espanol.
My point is that it's now 5:20pm and I've been awake since 3:10am. I still have one more plenary session to attend, possibly a cocktail reception, and dinner with a donor (possibly donors) who are also at this conference.
My food intake thus far has consisted of: a small, iced, vanilla latte (skinny), four sips of Coke, a granola bar (with fiber!), a medium, iced, white chocolate mocha (not skinny) and 1/4 of a cookie.
This ain't good. More to come.
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