I left my luggage in Detroit. And by left, I mean, I got on a plane and my luggage, seizing the chance for freedom, stayed and took a later flight. To Dulles. I'm in New York. Will I get it back in time to leave on Thursday? Will I have to visit the Google new york offices and borrow a thinkpad power adapter? Will I start to smell a little funky? Will my delicate skin be thrashed because I use the hotels $1.50 cent crappy disposable razor and $2.00 Colgate shaving cream? Will I get nicked just in time for my speech at Interop? Yes, we all want to know the answers to these vital questions, so with no further ado: Yes, Yes, No, Yes, Yes.
Time for a rolling bag that fits in the overhead. Sigh. Or I should only go on trips that take up less resources than might fit in my backpack.