I’m in the lovely lounge at the Newark Airport, waiting for my 19-hour flight to Singapore. But my client put me into business class which looks pretty spiffy, so I’m not complaining. Besides, I get to go to Singapore.

I got here at 6pm from Boston, and waited until 7:15 for the Singapore Air counter to open. For half an hour, a crew of the young and beautiful (six women, two men … and guess who was in charge! (Hint: He pees standing up)) put out poinsettias, stacked cards, and unrolled carpets, all without ever making eye contact with us. It was like watching a play get set up.

Anyway, unless business class includes magic air-blogging, don’t expect to hear from me on Monday. Have a nice day on the planet while I’m up in the air.

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