I’m home. Have been for… well, under 24 hours now. The jet lag hasn’t hit me yet, and last night was surprisingly sleepful. Maybe I’ve unlocked some well-kept secret of travel, because I’ve been awake all day, and I’m not getting tired yet.
But in any event, don’t expect a lot of activity from me for the next couple of days while I readjust. I’ve got work piled up, will be going home to the northland for family holidays, and then a couple of small trips here and there.
And tomorrow is my birthday. I realized that after 21, there’s nothing to really look forward to. So turning 22 is going to be boring. I’m going to Chipotle with a couple of friends. It won’t even be like my birthday last year where I ordered a beer. Just regular Chipotle.
(Alright, maybe I’ll order a margarita…)