I spent all day in the hotel yesterday, Sunday, working like a madwoman. Today is Memorial Day and I’ll also work all day. Poor me! It’s not the most exciting work, either – the skill sets one uses to create a Performance Monitoring and...
Waiting for the bus is disconcertingly normal after being transported to Buenos Aires this evening. I’m outside the Avalon theater in Washington, DC, but just exiting the theater means I was just “somewhere else.” A good movie can steal you from...
The stonework tops of the Persian Baths, Tbilisi Persian Baths. What does that sound like to you? I thought of mosaic tiles and cave-like walls, steam floating between me and several dozen other silent bathers, the drip of water from the ceiling to the tile…...
What a lovely day. I spent the first several hours of it just reading a novel, sitting on the front patio of the hotel. It felt so indulgent and extravagant. At about 3:00 I finished my book, changed into sneakers and a t-shirt, and hiked up the mountain behind the...
“Your colleagues are waiting for you.” That was the first thing I heard this morning – a nice, Slavic voice telling me to wake up and get downstairs to the meeting. The new job has begun. I’m in Tbilisi, Georgia, meeting the team of...
Most of the people I know work too much. The workweek is far more than 40 hours – more than 50, probably more like 60. It’s not like we’re attorneys who are making well into six figures our first year out of law school, either. But it’s not...
