What day is it? Is it Monday? Let’s pretend today is Monday, because yesterday, when it was really Monday, I enjoyed a comedy of travel errors that prevented me from having any network access. The day started with my Bronco mysteriously failing to operate halfway to breakfast as Boise began to experience a winter storm. After sitting in the cold for an hour, a short ride in a tow truck, a slightly longer ride in a series of taxis, and an even longer taxi ride through a town paralyzed by three inches of snow, I nearly missed my flight back to Vegas.
So, today is Monday. Happy normal Monday, where nothing bad happens. Unless your name is Roger and you were kidnapped by a deranged woman battling some inner demons. If that’s the case, you probably wish it really were Tuesday.