There And Back Again

You know what always makes me just a little bit melancholy? I mean, not sad exactly, and not bummed out enough to actually ever do anything about it (I mean I *am* a big girl and have learned to get over these types of things), but just a twinge-y bit of "awwww"? I'll tell you: getting off a plane and having no one there to greet me. It makes travel a whole different thing when there's a familiar and happy face to anchor to as soon as you get out of that metal box with wings.

Anyway, that being said, my there-and-back-again work trip to Vegas today went fine. A decent amount of business was conducted, and things look positive from a work point of view. I didn't do anything fun or see anything in Vegas besides the airport, the taxi, the convention center, and a little bit of the strip on the way back to the airport, and I didn't bother with the slot machines at the airport. I barely got a chance to pump today (I had to bring a hand pump with me and use it in a stall in the women's bathroom at the trade show--not exactly a situation that encouraged me to pump) so on the flight and then the drive home I was really uncomfortable until I finally got home to my trusty Pump In Style (don't *even* get me started on that stupid product name, I'm just not up for a rant right now). I'm tired but not *completely* exhausted, which is good. My feet and back hurt, but it's nothing a night of lying in bed won't cure. Wait, did someone say "bed?" I'm outta here.