At least I’m not at the office
The CEO has successsfully navigated the perils of I-5, I- 405, and the dreaded Factoria interchange to make it back to the ancestral manse in Bellevue. It’s odd, like I was just here or something . . .
I am not anticipating the level of schmoozing to which I have become accustomed at functions like this, but we’ll see. I strongly doubt that the Google Girls will be here either, but still, one can hope. I’ll report back tomorrow night, if willing and able.
