(Two) Day Tripper

So all this time we've been going through the move - and even as we dwell in the resulting chaos - I've been dreading what comes next.  I honestly didn't even really start putting it all together until I went back to work on Thursday, but now the reality of it is coming at me just like an American President Line ship bearing down on a little Siamese fishing vessel.

Yes, I once again have to travel, this time halfway 'round the world.

Now, normally I would be ecstatic at the prospect of a Golden Handcuffs Consulting Amalgamated International-paid little jaunt to the exotic East, but at the moment - oy.  One of the few ways in which my corporate overlords are enforcing strict financial discipline is by making sure we fly as cheaply as possible, which means something on the order of a 27-hour trip.  Once in Bangkok (during the very heart of its stickiest, rainiest season), I'll get one whole day of down time before jumping into the first of two classes I'll be leading, after which it will be time to do the whole dratted hejira in reverse, just in time to miss most of Labor Day weekend.

Bother.

On the other hand, I plan to eat as much crab fried rice - to me the summit of Thai cuisine, at least as experienced to date - as is humanly possible, and maybe when I return the apartment will have miraculously decorated itself.  My dear sister is threatening to descend on Mr. Muscato in my absence, and I would not at all put it past her just to do everything herself, as she is the very definition of a Very Decisive Personage.

In any case, if you don't hear from me for a while, it's because I'm caught in an airport somewhere in Asia, possibly until Tuesday morning...