So yes, a perfect storm of reality, or let's just say reality on steroids.
But today's plan is to walk to National Airport (20 minutes on foot), board a big bird and fly to Chicago for a family wedding.
Working now in the shadow of this airport I often think about the people in those big birds as they zoom off to their destinations. They, too, are prisoners of minutiae, prisoners of reality. But as I stare from my office building at the airborne jets, I imagine all passengers are sipping drinks with little umbrellas bound for fun-filled Caribbean vacations.
It's an innocent fantasy. A creative fantasy. The opposite of reality. But whatever it is, today I'll be part of it.