You know what would be nice?

If the world could somehow know that yesterday I was on a plane twice as long as I was supposed to be and, as a result, go a pitiful amount of sleep last night. The world, knowing this, would be overwhelmed with compassion and just take it easy on me today.

No, I don’t think that’ll happen either. But it would be nice.

The plane home was supposed to leave at 5:45. I think we actually pushed back from the gate sometime after 6. Taxied a bit and then stopped. The pilot told us of the storms in Baltimore and that the airport was closed until further notice. We waited in the plane, on the ground for 2 hours.

Finally took off bounced our way to a wet and wild landing in the 11:30ish zone.

Went home, scarfed down a cheese pretzel and went to bed.

5 and a half hours of sleep later, my work week began.

Please world, just a day (or two) of low-stress, low-impact work?