home at last

I’ve been meaning to post lately, especially stuff from my vacation, but it was so miserable, and is so hard for me to actually want to think about it, that I hadn’t even begun to edit the photos until now. It’s Thanksgiving, and I decided I was still too exhausted to go to work (and it was kind of pointless today anyway). So I’m here at home, laying around while it rains outside, re-bonding with my animals that have lived without me for the past month.

I got back home Monday night. I’ve never been so happy to get home. As all my vacations seem to have been the past few years, this one was also a disaster. I think I give up on taking vacations all together.

I can’t even begin to explain all of the crap that did or didn’t happen, but a few of the more notable points include having to lay in bed for two of my four days in the Black Hills with a debilitating gut ache, having my flight out get canceled and being stuck at the airport for over eight hours, and then puking my guts out all over Chicago… including in the Chicago Cultural Center and in a street garbage can, among other places. And no, I was not drinking.

Whatever was wrong with me seems to have subsided. I finally started eating again yesterday, after not having an appetite for a week, and the food is actually staying put in my stomach. I feel good, but still a little run down. I’ve been traveling for almost a month though. It’s only fitting that I’m tired. Good thing it’s a holiday.