My week in the fridge is almost over. I haven’t made too much of a mess of the hotel room, so I can pack up pretty quickly tomorrow and head for work. Just to let this midwest weather know that I’m no piker, I’m flying to Ohio after work tomorrow to spend the weekend with my folks. They live in the same town I grew up in, in the same house we built and moved into in 1961, when I was in seventh grade. I sleep in my old room, and somehow I get my old high school curfew back.
I’ve been adding a weekend visit to my Milwaukee trips because, in the upside down world of airfare pricing, the Saturday night stay makes a 3 legged trip much cheaper than the shorter Milwaukee-Seattle roundtrip Sunday through Friday, and also because my parents are getting a little frailer and don’t make the trip to Seattle. There are always chores around the house that they are grateful for. But, it makes a long week, and I don’t really feel “rested” on Mondays.
