Ten good things about being home.
- My own chair. Having survived hotel rooms with no chairs other than “ergonomically designed” desk chairs, I can tell you that having a real chair to sit in is a blessing.
- My own bed. That way, when I open my eyes, I know where the bathroom is. And I can count on the bathroom and bedroom being on the same level. I still have a bruise on my wrist from a hotel in Arizona where that wasn’t the case. I didn’t fall, but only because I was able to catch myself.
- My husband. 29.8 years and counting, and I still love him. He’s my pal. He’s my friend. He runs the clicker and has upgraded my computer, iPhone and iPad since I came back home. There are some real advantages to being married to a retired double E. Having to run strange and mostly non-working clickers on my own on the road is not fun.
- Coffee whenever I want it. My kind of coffee. Made at my preferred strength.
- Puppies. Jojo is currently resting on my shoulders while I type. There is nothing like having an eight pound puppy as a neck warmer.
- Jammies and Robe at all hours. I remain a staunch and founding member of the Pajamas Media.
- Readjusting to a pace that doesn’t include traveling and one or more speaking events a day. Tours are fun, but they’re also brutal. I’m glad to step off that band wagon until the next time.
- Getting back to walking.
- Getting back to training.
- Getting back to writing.
And speaking of which, it’s time.