Time is a Gift

I have returned from that rarest of all things, a vacation that was actually relaxing.

We visited my cousin for her wedding, which was lovely, and my college friends who now live nearby-ish.

Seeing them again was wonderful, and they were both excellent guides to their (vast, overwhelming, car-based) city.

However, I am now stuck in Wrong Standard Time (aka, three hours off) and I'm giving myself permission to have a little coffee this morning.

But, man, I would kill for a nap room.

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