I love to travel, but these days I travel more for pleasure than for business.
When I traveled for business I was willing to take on grueling travel schedules: Ten cities in ten days. But that grew tiresome and disorienting. To address the disorientation I took to buying new underwear before each trip and writing my schedule in the waistband: Monday – Chicago; Tuesday – Atlanta; Wednesday – New York City.
Eventually I decided that the time had come to reduce my traveling for purposes of business because I realized the only way to know where I was going was to look at my ass.