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Welcome home, weary traveler

I was in the UK for nine days or so and the thing I was most looking forward to upon my return was a really good hot shower. This is not because England and Scotland are particularly dirty places; it's just that their showers suck.

It's very nice to be back in my own space again, in that my house has really good water pressure and the mattress on my bed is just perfect and Rod has Breathe-Right strips to keep him less snore-y.

But the thing is, my cubicle at work - my nice new cubicle, with the great view! - is waiting for me, all shiny and neat and ready to be attacked. And it will then suck me in like a gaping maw. Feh.

Next time I go on vacation I am bringing my bed and shower with me... and maybe I'll install a bed in the cubicle, so it will seem even homier when I get back.

(Clearly the jet lag is setting in, as I am now punchy, and yawning, and visualizing a bed next to my desk. Gah, I need another vacation.)

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