bad but not worse
I went to a pleasant wedding in the santa cruz mountains this weekend, but the return ride I scrounged got me to the airport too late, missing my 1PM plane by a few minutes. The next flight to philly didn't leave until 10pm. Serendipitously, it turned out to be Shakespeare in the Park, so I passed the time with a terrible play complemented by a terrific spread.
The pm flight was overbooked, but thankfully someone else took their turn to flake and I was allowed on.
Work the next day was really tough. I spent the first part of the day just barely convincing myself not to take the morning off, and then after lunch I spent the time resisting the urge to take the afternoon off. I made it through, though, and upon returning home I was so perfectly pampered and loved by Alison that it almost made the whole ordeal worthwhile.
I used to be able to take red eyes and work without too much difficultly.
Like the days of orderly eyebrows, those days are gone.
The pm flight was overbooked, but thankfully someone else took their turn to flake and I was allowed on.
Work the next day was really tough. I spent the first part of the day just barely convincing myself not to take the morning off, and then after lunch I spent the time resisting the urge to take the afternoon off. I made it through, though, and upon returning home I was so perfectly pampered and loved by Alison that it almost made the whole ordeal worthwhile.
I used to be able to take red eyes and work without too much difficultly.
Like the days of orderly eyebrows, those days are gone.