After a lazy Sunday afternoon spent reading a book in Central Park, I'm now sitting in Hell's Kitchen enjoying my last moments of vacation.  This moment includes a mind-blowingly delicious red velvet cookie, oh yeah.

I've had an amazing week, but goddamn I can't wait to get home.  Ten days away, living out of my suitcase; one week home, working my ass off; one week on the road, living out of my suitcase.  Incredible, but exhausting.  And fattening.

I can't wait to get home and wake up tomorrow with my fluffy monsters snuggled in to me.  To not have to get up and BE anywhere (well, until work, but that's not until mid-afternoon).  To go to the gym.  To COOK FOOD.  I haven't made myself a meal in three weeks.  THREE WEEKS! That's nuts.

I have twelve days of normality before hitting the road with Ashley for a punk fest in Hartford.  That promises to be a weekend of extreme fun and gluttony, so the next twelve days have to be focused on healthy eating, sleeping well, and working out.

I love that, even though I've had to keep postponing my big trips, I'm managing to jam so many incredible short excursions into my life.  As much as I'm ready to be home now... I can't wait to hit the road again.