Good morning, Atlanta
I’m sitting in the downtown Atlanta Hilton, trying to get caught up on a few work-related things before I spend the day doing bigger work-related things.
As I was pounding out emails, I noticed that I was starting to feel uncomfortable…warm…sweaty. It’s humid in my room. It’s already 60 degrees in Atlanta, ramping up to a high of 81. I can say with confidence that I didn’t pack accordingly.
Speaking of what I packed, I ended up taking 3 books and 3 DVDs. And that being said, I still paid $14 to watch “The Unborn” in my hotel last night. Dumb move in so many different ways.