Good-day.
It’s lunchtime.
My body is in Munich.
My soul in London.
My mind on the 79 bus.
It’s raining real bad over here.
But it makes me feel real good over there.
Bavarian sandwich in my hand.
Fingers at my keyboard.
Journal on my screen.
Getting a few minutes of pixel fix.
In a long day of airports, shuttle-buses in-flight magazines, nice offices and corporate rate hotels.
Back tomorrow.
Goodbye.