Travelogue ~

I was reading in one of the books I salvaged from Rew's college years (Biological Psychology, I believe) that the prefrontal cortex of the brain, far more prominent in humans than in primates and lower animals, appears intimately connected with subtle decision-making processes -- evaluating alternatives, weighing alternatives, etc.  If this is so, I must be suffering from PFCortex Fatigue after an afternoon spent trying to figger out my travel schedule for February.  

Involved were my trip to LA, Palm Springs, LA again, DFW/Tyler on either the front or back end of this trip, and interfacing all this with M's trip in the same time period to Omaha and Nashville on the backstroke.  I cannot begin to describe the subtleties of schedule and finance that entered into this, but eventually I settled upon a solution: I will fly with M on 2/17 as far as Chicago/Midway, where perhaps we'll have a cuppa Joe with Caroline before M flies on to Omaha to give a presentation and I go on to LA and then Palm Springs for LPBA's Winter Meeting.  M will hit LA the next day and we'll fly out from there on the 24th, me to Dallas/Tyler and M to Nashville; on the 27th I'll fly from DFW to Norfolk via Nashville, where M will join my flight for the last leg.  A symphony of travel harmonies has been created. My prefrontal cortex is proud. 

This morning we had a nice chitchat with Dwight & Robin over coffee and pastries before they headed off for some antique malls and heading northbound.  The weather was raw and rainy so I put off cleaning out the A/Bus, unleashing Roomba I on the interior and waiting for the weather to clear, which it eventually did.  I ran it over to Chickahominy park to dump the tanks and then put the A/Bus away, a somewhat melancholy experience as I thought back to the anticipation of the Yuletide Express and then departing for Fishersville and Nashville and the fun of the New Year's Eve, all now history.  And now we have January, the Monday morning of the year. 

Of course, this Tuesday we fly off for four days in Orlando so it's not exactly tough times we're dealing with here.  

M has been nursing a sore knee, apparently the product of roughhousing with the grandkids, so she's been spending time with her feet up and messing with her new Apple laptop.  I'm afraid another AppleCorps member may be in the making.  It doesn't help that I keep migrating over to the older HP PC here in the office, since this new one keeps crashing both Internet Explorer and the Safari web browsers for no apparent reason. 

We're looking forward to welcoming John & Judy Patterson's son Evan and his bride Saturday eve, as Evan prepares to report to Quantico next week for his 20+ weeks of training to be an FBI agent.  M counseled and advised him in his pursuit of this career and it will be fun to be a part of this Great Beginning. They're driving in from a stopover in Atlanta and will spend Sunday with us before Evan goes on to Quantico and Amy flies back to San Antonio.  We hope to see them here at Greystone again during his sojourn up here in the Old Dominion.

That's about it from Day 2 of 2009.  Time to put my prefrontal cortex to bed.