Twas the night before roadtrip, and all through my head
My sinuses pounded, my nose was all red.

I was slotted for travel to frozen wastelands
and had piles of paperwork in my hot little hands.

I started to pack ‘round eleven pm
because headaches and denial put it off until then.

Now dress slacks, now dress socks, now shirts with no holes:
These all must be ready for an 8 am stroll.

The security lines were sure to be long
as morons in uniforms look for anything wrong.

Columbus Ohio is my home for four days
No fun. No sun. All work, and no play.

So until I log on from that midwestern blight
I’ve posted this rhyme to update my site.

I hope you and yours are all very well.
I’ll be logging on nightly from a dial-up hell.