I’m posting this from Denver airport from one of my beloved Shibby kiosks, between planes on my way to Laramie.

I obviously made my plane in Burbank; in fact I made it with something like 45 minutes to spare, so I ended up killing all the flex time I was trying to avoid. Either my math was off or the whole cab call/ride/pay/check-in thing went faster than I expected.

But… Here I am, Shibby-fying. Woo. And now I’m off to Terminal A to kill an hour or so before my flight to Laramie.

Oh, the glamor of business travel. I’m going to miss it.

Not.

Although I will miss Shibby. I think it’s cool.