I’m at this moment riding home in a van, rather than a limo, being driven by a man in a uniform rather than a suit. While on the trip I received the receipt for the trip to the airport and realized that our travel department must be on the take from the limo company, and arranged my own ride back for 1/4 of the cost. I figured it was only fair after the overpriced steak dinner I expensed. My body thinks it’s 1:20am, and I’m sure I’m going to wake up at what my clock thinks is 3:30am. Plus, I should do some double dad duty to give Jennifer a break after eight straight days of being single. Oh, and I’m sure a have a big backlog of work and increased expectations at work that I’ll put my expensive new knowledge to work ASAP.

That’s all ok, though, because I’ll be home.