My Mommy Says It's Okay To Go To Bed Before 8 p.m., So I Did

When I was a little lad, I was the kid who would disappear to bed as soon as he was tired, leaving whatever family event was going on, simply so I could hit my pillow. The adult version of me has been a little more resistant, and I more often than not stay up way too late (and even fall asleep at the keyboard while working).

I returned to Connecticut at 12:30 today after a sleepless night in Chicago, even though I did convince United that they owed me a hotel room so I wouldn't have to sleep in the terminal. I wish I didn't have to make this up, but my hotel was quite a ways away from the airport and it was something. I have no idea what keeps ducks quacking and geese goosing all night long, but they were animated. The heat was a good 90 degrees and I had no change of clothes, so I turned on the air which sounded like a clunky old vehicle gasping for air. All throughout the night, I felt things crawling on me, too, so I didn't sleep much. I knew I had to get a cab at 6 a.m., so I might have slept a few minutes here and there.

Of course, the bar crowd came back to their hotel rooms around 3 a.m., too. They were very loud, and the room next to me kept screaming CHEESE BALLS!

Okay.

I did get to the airport and had a seamless trip back to CT. In fact, the airplane was practically empty so I was able to get really comfortable so I could rest my eyes.

I returned home with grandiose thoughts of grading, cleaning, grocery shopping, phone calls, running, and laundry. By 7 p.m., however, I realized I was going to be a failure. I needed to go to bed.

So, hello, Monday. How are you? Good to see you again.

I'm already thinking I will call out from two morning meetings, simply so I can spend time grading and getting on top of the week.

The trip home was bumpy, but nowhere near as bumpy as Palm Springs to Chicago. In fact, I liked looking out at the "Marshmallow World of the Winter." Of course, landing into foggy, gray and raining CT was a total bummer.

But I am home. Glamis's cold shoulder lasted only a few minutes and we did get a walk in. She's now sleeping on the couch.

And I'm in bed...sleeping off the craziness of the last few weeks - I'm getting too old.

I did, however, sleep 11 straight hours! I have no idea when that has ever happened before.