Well, back to the ol’ grind. Today, just a quick little overnighter to Connecticut, then another to Texas later in the week. No international intrigue, no language difficulties, no free little socks that don’t actually fit very well on trans-oceanic flights. Just regular ol’ domestic travel, domestic accommodations, and domestic bliss (I got to see my family for three whole days in a row!)
But if I can survive a few more short trips, I’ll be on a beach in Mexico with my family. Granted, there probably won’t be Margaritas, and definitely not a heated pool. There won’t be running water or even a town within 50 miles. Or a solid roof to sleep under, for that matter.
I’ll be hundreds of miles from my nearest suit, my computer, my phone, or an airplane, with nothing to do but hang out with my family, surf, play music around the fire, and cook good food. That vision is getting me through right now. I’m ready for a break.