nothing on a plane

this week is four cities in four days, including a grande finale with a red eye from san diego thursday night.

i'm going to do something i haven't done on a business trip for a long, long time: check a bag. i hate checking bags. it takes time. it takes time to check a bag. it take time to pick it up at the baggage claim. the airlines inevitably lose a bag.

but the no-liquid rule has stymied me. going between my two homes in atlanta and soflo, i just keep two sets of everything--one in each place. so far, for short business trips, i've picked up sample sizes of necessity items or used the hotel's complimentary stuff. but packing in four cities this week, i need my own stuff.

if you follow this to its logical end, at some point we will not be able to bring anything on board. i'm not being facetious here. terrorists will find creative ways to smuggle dangerous things on board until there's nothing left to smuggle because everything is banned from being carried on.

at least tomorrow features a trip on the private jet. the citation is quite comfortable.