The weekend went at breakneck pace, with Joe setting me up with internet access, power and his laptop in the car, so that even though we were off to North Bay to get Sam set up for camp, I didn't need to miss a single moment of work. This was both completely thoughtful and entirely demoralizing, since I was hoping to have no choice but to take a few hours off and knit in the car.
We trucked up to North Bay (I'm going to tell you about the shad flies sometime. It's nuts.) sorted our girl, stayed in a hotel (I worked while Joe and Sam went to the movies) then mobile officed all the way back to Toronto again, where I packed, slept and then made my way yesterday from Toronto to Portland for what should be the last critical meetings for Sock Summit.
As I was waiting to get on the plane, I was flipping out a bit. (That's an understatement. If I was flipping out a bit then let's say I'm also only "a bit" concerned for Charlie Sheen's grip.) Here was 5 hours of a workday coming, and I had no internet, and therefore no database or email and...
As I sat there, I wondered what would happen if I just didn't worry about it. There was nothing I could do. I could feel totally crappy and anxious about it, but it wasn't going to make it possible to work on the plane. It was just going to make me more neurotic, and that's- well, this close to Sock Summit, that's saying something. They called the flight, and I snapped my laptop shut, and I made a decision. I was going to take that time, and I was going to enjoy it.
I got on the plane, I took out my sock and I watched a movie, and had a snack, and looked out the window at the amazing landscape below me - and I didn't work at all, and I don't feel bad about it, and now I'm even looking forward to the flight home next week. 
If nothing else, it means I might someday finish the June socks.