the ocean

I spent a few days in DC for work this week. It was fine. My predominant reaction was that it was super cold there, which was also true of Chicago at the time, so no real loss there. But it did make it a bad time for me to decide to try to hunt down a CVS so I could buy antacid and candy. 

I attended a conference and hosted an event at my law firm. So there was a lot of mandatory eating and drinking, which I enjoy far less than I used to as a younger man. The unforgiveable fatness I now feel when someone shoves a steak and some potatoes in front of me is quite something. The alcohol does tend to help ease that, but leads to issues of its own, including the aforementioned antacid. That is the thing about circles: they have a tendency towards viciousness.

It seems I've used up all of my travel karma for the year, as I had a couple of hours of delay on my return trip. I suppose there are worse places to be trapped for hours than Reagan National Airport, but I think it's unlikely that I will fall into a pit of vipers or get locked in a recording studio with Kristin Chenoweth any time soon. I had already eaten and completed my Wordle and Quordle for the day, so thank got I had my work to sustain me, as I so often say.

I ended up getting back late and missing the office holiday party, which saddened me somewhat as I actually like most of my co-workers (except Chaundra, she can die in a fire), but I decided it actually would have been a pretty aggressive move to basically drop my luggage at home and head out drinking. (For the 47 year old me; 26 year old me would not have blinked twice.) These days I tend to need an evening of rehydrating and inbox cleansing following a trip of any length. Which makes it seem increasingly unlikely that Glen Powell will ever play me in a movie based on my life.