The American Academy of Ophthalmology meeting was in San Francisco this weekend. On the way to the airport, I realized I forgot an important lecture on a flash drive and tried to do a U-turn (at a very safe and low traffic area, Mom) on the highway. My front wheels immediately sank in median mud up to the axles. After realizing that spinning my wheels and sending mud hundreds of feet in front and behind me wasn't going to work, I had an idea that seemed really logical at the time (but much more irrational in hindsight). I got out of the car and tried to lift the front of it out of the mud like an adrenaline-powered mother lifting a car off a child. I made terrific weightlifter noises and lifted with all my might. Instead of lifting the car, I drove myself into the mud like a slow nail. The highway patrol came by and called a tow truck that winched me out of the muck. I made it to the airport, but by then I looked like I had just escaped from prison.
The academy meeting was fine. It is fun to hang out with the ophthalmology superstars from around the world, but I missed Lizzy and Luke a lot. It was the first meeting that Lizzy couldn't join me. Josh came to the last big meeting with me and that was also much better. All the ophthalmic sales people in the world come to prey on people like me when Josh isn't there. I won't go into details, but I'll just say that a lot of vendors for products that I'll never use have my email address now. That includes a salesman for an automated telemarketing system (really).
I'm home with my wife and boy again, and I am so glad. Luke grew 18 inches while I was gone and read all of The Grapes of Wrath. He says he didn't understand the symbolism, though. Alright, decreasing coherence in the last paragraph signals its time for my sign off. Lizzy is feeding Luke and I'm going to spend some family time before we all go to bed (for 20 minutes).