I'm supposed to be sleeping, but my heart's kinda racing and the brain is burning through possible ideas I can share at tomorrow's meeting so I'm not a spaced out dreamy zombie.

Fly there, wait, meet, talk, go to X, watch stuff happening, say hi, talk some more, and somewhere in there, hopefully I express a vision for what could be. Without being too hyper, or finding circumstances so surreal that I come off as tranquilized. Then I'm on an overnight bus back to Oakland.

[I should have probably gotten a flight for the return too, but I felt a strange desire to take the bus.]

Yeah, I've noticed recently that when I've gotten good news, my feelings don't show up on my face or in my voice. I think the surprise is dimming my natural responses or something! Or maybe it's that I'm still stressing about the next project which has a deadline creeping inexorably closer. Jetlag. Combination of things!