Airports are always interesting because of how they ebb and flow with the level of sanity and reason. Why must all of our 3 oz bottles of liquid be in a ziplock bag? Why haven't they come up with a better way to scan shoes? And why did the clock on the wall say 6:50AM, my flight clearly had a departure time of 7:06AM (as indicated on the nice screen) and next to that it said "departed." I'm sorry, what? Three quarters of a mile of frantic running through the airport (note to self - Phoenix airport, worst layout ever) to get to a closed door at the gate. I somehow managed to convince the gate attendant that my lateness was not in fact my fault and that she should let me on the plane. Luck prevailed.
I spent the day in CA at a conference for child online safety. It was cool to meet people in the industry. I did two television interviews, and saw my company covered in the Wall St. Journal. In all, a great media day. Things with the new company are going really, really well. It's a great team, and we're having a great time.
I'm on the plane and really should catch some winks before landing in Houston at 1:30AM. This has been a long, LONG, day. Sorry for the lite posting as of late, but the new company and child are demanding all of my time.