The music from Casablanca is playing out from a female pianist, as the commuters dart around her, waving at family members, reserving seats, grabbing takeaway foods.  Laptops line the benches as geeks like me sit and upload their lives onto the Internet, whilst slurping on a Sam Adams before catching a plane home.  Already my bodyclock is disengaging from this timezone and onto the next.  My laptop tells me it's 4.30, but it should read about 10.30pm, 'cos that's where I'm headed.

This has been an exhausting week of fun and a lot of talking and I'm ready to go home.  Conferences are hard, as are customer meetings, so this trip has been tough.  But it's over now and I'm looking forward to chilling out this weekend and catching up with my friends.

Something's changed this week.  I've stopped running around and want to....  *sigh*  Holy Spirit, you know my words...   my spirit can just sign and groan...  Interceed for me.  Fill this blog with those words that are too deep to mention.  Fill this prayer with these words.  Search my heart and lead my in the way everlasting.  It's time enough...

And my flight's boarding too.