I’m in the middle of a very busy flurry of travel.
A 9:00 pm touchdown Saturday night, a rush repack of my suitcase, and a takeoff scheduled for 8:00 am the very next morning had me desperate for five or six hours of sleep before heading out again.
Diabetes wasn’t trying to hear it.
I made my flight, but I’m a little tired today. And every time I dozed off during the flights, I worried about punching my neighbor…
