I'm returning, today, from a wonderful trip to visit my kids, and grandkids, in the bay area. We had a great time, connecting and reconnecting, and yet I'm sure my daughter and son-in-law will be thrilled to return to their normal routine.
I'm currently waiting at the gate of my flight, using public wi-fi (gasp!)... cause my hotspot has died... posting this, 'cause I've got an hour before my flight back to Chicago is scheduled to leave.
I'm going to spend the next four to five hours, crammed into a seat, that is not designed for a many my size, and additionally stuffed into a hollow-tin-sausage flying hundreds of miles per hour in the sky. They will provide a light snack (pretzels?), and a serious lack of elbow/leg-room.
Hopefully I don't come down with deep-vein thrombosis.
Just think about the wonderful time I had with my daughter... we did a mini-tour of Sonoma wine country (that's me at Gloria Ferrar winery after I'd finished a delightful Charddonay, and we had paté and caviar overlooking a fabulous view of the vineyard... I'll keep thinking of that, whilst trapped in the flying toilet paper roll.