We’re about to leave our colleagues at Yankee Publishing here in New Hampshire to start the long and circuitous journey home.
First we drive down to Boston for the night. Then it’s an early water-taxi to Logan Airport, a flight to Toronto Island Airport on Porter, a bus to Pearson Airport, and, finally, a WestJet flight to Charlottetown.
In all it will take us just under 24 hours to get home.
Then, after an 18 hour rest, sleep, rapid-fire parenting and Farmer’s Market break, I head out just after lunch on Saturday back to Toronto, have a brief layover, and then fly overnight to Frankfurt, switch planes and fly to Copenhagen, get on a train and take the brief hop over to Malmö where I’ll spend the day with Olle and Luisa before heading back to Copenhagen where the TH!NK2 launch starts on Monday morning.
It will, in other words, be a minor caffeine-aided miracle if I’m in any shape to drink in a two day’s worth of climate change wisdom (PDF of programme).
While I’ve got a cocktail party a week Saturday and a Coworkingboat Hackfest a week Sunday, my time from Wednesday to Sunday next is my own, and I’m going to try hard to unplug and lay around somewhere, neither thinking nor working nor hacking. Nor traveling.
Before I do it all — or at least some of it — in reverse the following Monday.
See you on the other side.