Spent a few hours this week in the San Diego airport waiting for my red-eye flight back East. Had a backpack full of articles and reports that need to get read. A bunch of writing that needed to get written. Yet ... I found myself whiling away the hours happily watching "Glee" on Hulu. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to not break into song while watching that show? (I'm sure the TSA frowns on terminal singing).