Unfortunately not from time on the mat. I feel better about my yoga activities this trip but not to the place I'd them to be.

I got up this morning, packed everything and drove The Son over to Microsoft where he sat in a conference room while I had a meeting at the other end of the conference room. Strangely enough, in today's world, I didn't bat at an eye at telling my client "Sure, I can make that meeting but my kid will be with me." Love me or leave me. Here I am.

I spent the rest of the afternoon playing on the team and hoping my project delivers when it is supposed to deliver. At 3:30, when my ride to the airport was still madly pounding on the keyboard, I got a bit nervous. When we were driving down the freeway, almost downtown Seattle and I noticed it was 4:05pm, I realized we would be hard pressed to catch our 5pm flight. Got dropped off on the side of the road, ran, carrying a Spongebog carry on, two computer bags and two carry on bags filled with ski clothes to the check in kiosks. I had two going at the same time (a man even commented on my prowess to be using two at the same time).... but it wouldn't let me check in.. too late.

I run to the first class check in, no line there! The lady tells me I have like 30 seconds to check in or even she will be locked out. Get passes, get in security, strip, re-clothe and run to the gate. RUN. Spongebob bag, 9 year old and two computer bags... sweat.. find plane 10 minutes late. Run 9 year old to get the magazine and gum I promised... run back... find the plane is now an hour delayed.

But it left nevertheless... a bumpy flight back..the kind where ordering another glass of wine feels worth it. In a chat with the flight attendant, she told me that in 20 years of flying she's never been on a flight nor has her husband, a pilot, that blew an engine. She said that really IS an emergency. Crazy talk.

Cirque Du Soleil tomorrow. Fun.