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Well, I am three days into a four day trip and I really want to be home.

First of all, I really miss Noah and Misty. Every time that I see my home number come across caller id on my cell phone, I know that Noah is going to be on the other side and the first thing he is going to say that he wants me to come home. That is hard to hear. I have said it before, but I like the fact that he misses me and I hate it at the same time.

Secondly, I am traveling solo on this trip and I have nothing to do. After I am done at work, I head to the hotel, grab some food and a beer and then head to the room. It gets kinds of monotonous, but I am really not the type to go out, so here I am.

The good news is that the Miami deal fell through to do a miscommunication on the client side. In truth, I am not all that upset by that. On a personal level, I really don't mind at all. On a business side, I am disappointed from the loss of revenue, but we will survive.

Anyway, it is getting late here and I need to get some sleep.


Good to hear that you wouldn't have to do the Miami deal, that would really bite. I hate being away for a week for training, let alone do that for 3 months.

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