Where DOES the time go?

My last entry was on 4/24.
It's now 4:24.
PST.
Not EST.
Third time I've been cross country in 6 weeks for work.
Nice to get away, but lonely too.
And physically tiring.
My body doesn't like switching from EST to PST and back again.
It's a sad state of affairs when sleeping at the Hilton feels like coming home.
I want an omelette.
And a hug.
And maybe some puppy kisses.

I do have one little anecdote from my latest round of travels though. While I was waiting for a connecting flight, I caught a guy sitting across from me staring. It was hard to tell if he was staring at my cleavage or my iPhone. Am I missing something here?