Where has September gone...

It's been 27 days since I have had a leisurely Saturday morning, sitting in my bathrobe, at the computer with my coffee and omelet, but here I am.

While my Skye posts were rattling out of the system every other day, I was jetting across the United States with 9 Scots from the Site on a benchmarking trip.  

It was one of those trips where initially everyone felt quite bent out of shape because they weren't invited and then when they saw the itinerary, they changed their mind that perhaps it's not something they wanted to do.  

We flew over the weekend to Buffalo, New York.  We travelled to the little town of Ellicottville and then 2 days later we flew from Buffalo to Pasco, Washington.  We did this at night, of course, so we could maximize our time in New York and Washington.

Then we spent 2 days at the Hanford Site and then trekked back to Scotland, blurry eyed, but thinking about all of things we had seen and whether they would work here.  I know this is a bit boring, but it looked like this:

• Friday, Sept 7: fly to Edinburgh
• Saturday: fly to Newark
• Sunday: fly to Buffalo - check out Niagara Falls and drive to Ellicottville
• Monday - Tuesday: learn, absorb, question, consider
• Tuesday: fly to Pasco through Buffalo, Detroit, and Salt Lake City
• Wednesday - Thursday: learn, absorb, question, consider
• Friday: 2 doctor's appointments, the dentist, and a flu shot
• Saturday: fly to Seattle - power shop
• Sunday: fly to Newark, then Edinburgh
• Monday, Sept.17: fly to Wick - unpack and reorient self for board meeting, followed by the arrive of the FAM

I did laugh at myself; I do appreciate that I can and do surprise myself.  You see when I checked in at Edinburgh, they said my flight to Buffalo was cancelled, which is why I ended up staying the night in Newark.  I was annoyed for like 2 minutes, primarily because the lady at the desk was so unhelpful.  

Then I decided this was really a good thing, as I would be tired and that meant I'd just go to bed early in Newark and my early flight on Sunday meant I'd have to get up and I'd get maximum time at Niagara and really this was all for the best...

When I landed in Newark, I was tired and I wandered around a bit, until I noticed a Marriott across the parking lot and highway.  I dragged myself and my bag across the lot and followed this cowboy across the barrier and median and checked in.  I had the best hamburger while laying in bed and before I knew it, I was fast asleep.