Peoria

Since Silvi and Ian were born, it's gotten more difficult to take trips away from home. My nights are incomplete without roughhousing with my little girl. Without Ian's toothless grin. Or a kiss from Annie.

Hotel rooms are sad places when you're on your own. I would rather stay in a youth hostel. I miss the sounds of other people milling about, talking, cooking, laughing.

Have you noticed the lack of laughter in most hotels?

I fly to Peoria in a few hours to film a marketing video; I've never been to Peoria. Most of the day will be spent standing in the cold, orchestrating the movements of some large machinery. I brought my long johns. Wool socks. Hand warmers. I should buy some Power Bars.

I still love to fly, even after spending so much of my life in airplanes. I always buy a magazine and a candy bar at the airport. Never before. For some reason, the candy tastes better and the magazine is more interesting if I buy it there, like popcorn tastes better in the movie theater.

I need to go pack my camera gear. Tripod, lights, extra batteries, cables. See you Friday.