Coming from paradise, I feel like I've crashed back into work. Brief schedule:

Tuesday, 4:30 a.m.: Wake up in paradise, drive to airport in Cancun via crazy security guard at hotel who didn't want to let me leave.

Tuesday, 9:30 a.m.: After spending the entire flight asleep, happily in my wide first class chair, pass through immigrations.

Tuesday, 11 a.m.: Arrive home in League City, shower

Tuesday, Noon: Pick up takeout sushi, rush to work to make 1 p.m. meeting

Tuesday, 12:45 p.m.: Find out that one minute prior, my 1 p.m. meeting was canceled by someone who still thought I was in Mexico because he knows me to well.

Tuesday, 1 p.m.: Attempt to recover my 1 p.m. meeting.

Tuesday, 2:30 p.m.: Have 1 p.m. meeting

Tuesday, 4:30 p.m.: Go home

Tuesday, 5:00 p.m.: Fall asleep

Tuesday, 11:30 p.m.: Alarm. Smash.

Wednesday, 12:30 a.m.: Arrive at work for 8 hour midnight shift for a "flight specific" simulation.

Wednesday, 4:45 a.m.: Life is slow.

Can't wait to go home. Just 5 more hours.