I’m writing this from my layover in Dallas on my way home from Florida. A little bit ago, I became exhausted and, thinking back over the past five days, tallied up the number of hours of sleep I’ve had—13 total.
Ugh!
Was great while I was riding an adrenaline and endorphin high forged from gathering with a bunch of writer friends to network and discuss our passions. But now…? Not so hot.
As I’m sitting here in one of the airport’s lounges, I can’t help but wonder what happened to the comfy sofas they used to have. Those were great, especially when traveling internationally. Could stretch out to take a nap, after setting an alarm to wake up for your connecting flight.
But sadly, the sofas are a thing of the past, leaving us with only chairs and coffee tables. Both seem to indicate that sleeping is a waste of time and encourage their occupants to be productive by accomplishing more work.
Hmmm…right now, I prefer the sofas.
Any who, my time spent in Florida was great, very productive. Had a wonderful time reconnecting with fellow writers and friends who flew in from all over the world. And the best bonus was getting to see my sis. Parting was definitely tough but well-worth having the chance to see one another again.
Tomorrow I’ll resume my regular routine, not that it’s really regular, for the next two weeks until I’ll be traveling to Arizona. It’ll be good to get home and sleep in my own bed—the operative word being sleep.
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