Well, I made it back from Las Vegas without being vaporized by the giant lamp on top of the Luxor.
Overall, it was a good trip. But staying in Las Vegas for too long — six days, in my case — will warp your sense of normalcy. Case in point — I put a dollar in the vending machine downstairs at the office and was half-expecting it to flash up a video poker screen.
So now that I’m back, it’s back to the grind. Time to finish off several writing projects. Time to start to undo all the damage I did to my body over the last week (Vegas is not a Mecca of healthy eating). Time to start waking up about the same time I’ve been used to going to bed.
And you know what? I’m glad. My life might not be perfect, but I’m quite happy in it. Sure, I wish I could sleep more or make more time to do my own stuff… but really, Vegas will make you realize how good you have it. And I have pretty much everything I need.
Well, except a giant mirrorball-horse thingy. I don’t have one of those.