Anyone Else Having a Rough Week?

When I started work on this book-- and with it the generally insane travel schedule-- I knew it was going to be incredibly hard. But I always thought the exhausting weeks would be the ones spent on a plane for 20-plus-hours, jet lagged, in a foreign land, trying to build the kind of trust and sources in a few weeks that it took me ten years to build in the Valley. But increasingly, the weeks on the road are the ones I feel rejuvenated and alive and productive. It's the weeks in the Valley where I just feel like I get continual punches to the gut. Is that just what happens when you travel this much? All the annoyances of everyday life just build up and wait for you to come home?

I came home on Saturday with just a bit more than a week in between trips and nothing has gone as I'd like. My husband has had a horrific case of Swine Flu or something like it. One of my cats-- who I just took to the vet before I left town-- is making a weird clicking noise when she walks. I've really struggled to rewrite and make up all the work that I lost when I stupidly left my laptop and notes in a cab. I'm trying to toggle between book-writing, blog-writing and column-writing -- and it's all coming out like book-writing. (Which in some ways is an improvement because for a while the book-writing was all coming out like blog-writing.) And on top of that there's a lot of other bullshit that I'm not going to get into.

So I'm up at 1:40 AM trying to just physically push through my to do list because each thing I mark off puts me closer to leaving again, which is all I can think about right now. (Especially since Mr. Lacy is joining me for part of this trip, so leaving SF doesn't completely mean leaving him for once.) With any luck I'll have some fresh content to crosspost from TechCrunch in the morning, have sent my BusinessWeek editor a reconstructed column or at least gotten some sleep.