At the behest of everyone who sees me on a daily basis, I actually took a day off today. Promoting the book has been an amazing ride, but there’s an eternal to-do list that I never seem to make a dent in no matter how many hours I put in. Then there’s another suitcase to pack and another plane to catch. I’m starting to wake up feeling shaky and exhausted every morning.
So I flew with my pilot friend Colin to Temecula to look at vintage trailers. It seems as though the house has been shrinking lately, so Scott and I think that it would be a neat idea to move my office outside.
I love flying with Colin. It’s like driving a sports car through the sky. Unlike in a commercial jet, in the small plane, I feel the full impact of the fact that we’re flying. Flying. It’s miraculous.
We went to visit Dayton Taylor and had a blast perusing his awesome property. The sweetest little trailer called my name. So I bought it. It’s a 1955 Holiday Rambler dubbed by Dayton: “Elvis is Alive!”
Now we’re going to strip it, polish it, give it love and trick it out and in a couple of months I’ll have a new office. I’ll update you on the progress.
As far as days off go, it was grand. I don’t do it often, but I do it in style.