Your dreams were your ticket out.
To that same old place that you laughed about.
So, Tuesday night, after a lovely drunken delay at St. Louis International, we arrived in back home in Chicago.
Wednesday morning, I climbed aboard the same old 8:01 train, crowded as always, and headed off to work. I attended staff meetings, caught up on reams of email, and generally mooned out the window, reminiscing about all that had happened over the long holiday weekend. I didn’t get much done, work-wise.
Wednesday evening I spent under the covers with Imitrex.
It’s so hard to come back from vacation.