Ridiculously enough, I’m out in Los Angeles, yet again, for a short stint (arrived Tuesday afternoon, head back early tomorrow morning) to deal with a couple of post-production emergencies and to begin lining up contracts and financing for our next project. Then it’s back to New York for two days before heading off to Florida for the Florida Film Festival. And then back to New York, briefly, before a trip out to San Francisco, next weekend.

By now, I have absolutely no idea where I live nor what time I’m on. But, on the plus side, I’m racking up all kinds of frequent flier miles, which means, if I’m real lucky, I can fly even more!

I remember my father once telling me about a patient of his who worked as a traveling salesman. When he awoke in the morning, the man would roll over and look at the carpet – if it was blue, he was at home; if not, he’d stay in bed until he could remember where he was and what he was doing there. For the first time in my life, that story makes a lot of sense.