Back to Life, Back to Reality

It's chilly (high 50s) and rainy, the Yankees have now beaten the Red Sox two nights in a row, the post office didn't actually hold my mail while I was away, there's almost no food in my kitchen, and I have to go to work in the morning — without an umbrella. This can mean only one thing: vacation is now officially over.

Just wanted to close the loop on my travel journal and let you know my flight home was more enjoyable and more comfortable than the flight out to L.A. was. I actually slept for a chunk of it and managed to read an entire (double) issue of Entertainment Weekly. Stopped at Noah's for a bagel on the way to LAX ... and that was basically all the excitement I have to report for the day — if you don't count the fact that one of my coworkers was also on the flight coming back from L.A., which was fun.

So, yeah ... to quote the Soul II Soul song, "Back to life, back to reality." Please excuse me if I don't seem happy about it.