I’m back and not too happy about it. It’s hard to come back to work when I was drunkenly riding horses, eating massive terrifying oysters, playing tennis, and swimming… Ah my hard hard life.

The plane ride was surprisingly quick… less than 6 hours, around 5. Still, the seats were mighty uncomfortable. I took a red eye straight into work from JFK.

And today, waking up early and waiting on the platform to the subway is a sorry way to get back into the groove of things.