Tonight is our last night in Vegas. Which is a relief and a horror all at once. I can’t wait to sleep in my own bed, kiss my boys and get pounced on by my dogs. But I don’t relish the thought of going back to the office or the drudgery of housework. I am desperate to be done with restaurants and valet parking, but I am going to miss the maid service and instantaneous entertainment available at my fingertips. You know, that sort of thing.

Anyway, that’s not important. The important thing is that the Nationals is over and I can have a couple months of relative sanity before it all begins again. And it will begin again. And again. And again….and so on and so forth until the day I die because, oh my god, the economy is so bad, y’all! We ain’t never going to get to retire.

Yeah. M@ is asleep and I’m feeling a little lonely and manic and chatty. So you have to just suck it up and deal with it. You’re my sounding board.

Where was I? Oh yeah. So nearly three weeks out of town really sucks. I don’t recommend it.

I keep worrying that maybe this isn’t how things are meant to be. I think work is so soul crushing. Maybe it’s just my work, but it seems like that’s just not enough. I get this overwhelming feeling sometimes that we’re supposed to be out creating and experiencing and running barefoot through flowery meadows or some such shit.

But flower running doesn’t really pay the bills, thus, we work. I totally don’t know if that comma usage was correct back there. But I get all tangled up in it because commas stress me out. So I vow just to not go back. It’s better that way. Let it lie. Or lay. That’s another one that always does me in.

Anyway, I’m saying “anyway” too much.

Uhm, what else? That’s all. Just that every once in a while I wish it were different.