Six hours to go

Six hours to my flight, and the drama of the past 36 hours is finally behind me. If I can impart one piece of wisdom to the masses based on my nine years of experience in New York, it's that one should think very carefully before becoming president of a co-op board.

I'll spare you all the gory details though. For some reason Foreigner's "Hot Blooded" is running through my head though. There's really no upside to that, I have to say.

I'm now in the midst of packing and trying to figure out just how much clothing one needs to bring for a five-week trip that involves mostly work. It's harder than you might think... work clothes, casual clothes, sightseeing clothes, shorts, sandals, etc. I think I'm going to end up taking 10 bags.

With that, back to the packing. The next missive will likely be from Brussels sometime tomorrow.