The Airport

We ended our vacation with a wild night of revelry at Hotel Utah.  As usual, Mighty Brother delivered and the night was cheerfully raucous.  But here's the thing.  Vacations eventually end, my friends.  You're just going to have to face up to the facts and accept reality.  Just be grateful for the good times.  Good pal Mary tried to cheer us up this morning with an upbeat comment about getting to sleep in our own bed tonight.  It didn't quite do the trick, but you know us.  We have indomitable spirits and we'll probably get back into the game before you know it.  Maybe all our friends back home can throw us a surprise welcome home party to help ease us back into the real world.  I think it would really help.