[I hope at least three of you out there started humming the Squeeze tune when you read the head.]
The 2006 Escape from Reality tour has come to an end. I returned tonight to muggy, humid Atlanta after five perfect sunny-and-seventies days in San Francisco. There are many stories to tell … but right now the suitcase lies unopened on the floor (after knocking me butt-first back down my entrance stairs) and the photos remain in the digital camera. Stories and pictures (and whinings about having to be a working girl instead of a woman of leisure) will come later this week.
I hate returning to reality after a vacation, so tomorrow will be a double-Monday. I plan to take full advantage of my grumpiness, as I have five meetings before 2 p.m. I hate meetings. Almost as much as I hate Mondays.
I’ll be back on my regular blogging schedule by Tuesday morning (I can feel the anticipation build as you begin to wonder which album I'll feature). And I hope to spend much of my non-meeting Monday moments catching up with your blogs.
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