Ok, I'm in.

I made it in ok, and I'd really like nothing more then to just take another day off, say I'm sick or something, but it's better not to push my luck. I feel like what I really need is to get on schedule so that things'll develop an even keel. It's going to be my first day at the new location, and it's an easy drive. It's a Boeing plant, though, so I get to get on site and try to find the correct building for a while. My actual job is literally exactly the same, so I don't worry about that at all, though.

Basically, I just have to find out where I sit and set up my workstation.

Otherwise, I find that I'm pretty situated. It's nice to unpack after a long time on the road. People ask about the drive, and it was a drag, but it was surprisingly easy to get in to the right mindset. I wasn't quite zoned out and I wasn't quite rigidly alert, nor was I really ever all that bored. I made ok time, but I never really took too much time to sit and eat or anything. I did allow the luxury of 8 hours rest wherever I stopped, figuring that I'd be better off well-rested. Anyway, it's not a trip I'm apt to make again any time soon.

I did hate driving through Utah, which I've mentioned if you've talked to me. Salt Lake City was under construction and the landscape was primarily characterized by what I'd probably call a periwinkle blue. Leaving the city, the distance was characterized by the same color; powdery snow had been kicked up by high winds so as to make the ground and sky one undifferentiated haze.

Anyway, my schedule hasn't changed except that I'm pushed ahead two hours because of time zone differences which is just fine, really. I just wanted to write in and let everyone know I was alive, having not died anywhere in a gulch somewhere in Idaho or something.