Far and away the worst part about travel - even worse that the TSA - is having to face your real life again once you return home.
Yesterday when I got back, I realized that my indoor plants were dying, and that outside the weeds were taking over the yard. So rather than work on my sociology presentation like I was supposed to, I pulled weeds and got mud under my fingernails just when I need them to be looking pretty again. Smart move.
Then I sorted out some other stuff around the house, wrote my blog post, and before I knew it, it was dark out. So much for getting my presentation finished. I should probably start on that soon.
And today I got to work to find a pile of paperwork to tend to, as well as dozens of e-mails and phone messages which required response. Boo hiss. But I suppose that's the price you pay, isn't it?
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