“That peaceful easy feelin' at the end of a long, long road.”
Lonestar sings it. I was reminded of it last night after driving all day from before dawn in Amarillo to nearly sunset in Victoria, Texas. "The end of a long, long road." Yeah.
Today was a very busy day at the office. It’s the same whenever you come back to work after a few days of vacation: things have piled up, lots of people want to talk to you about stuff they’ve been saving up, and everybody wants an answer TODAY because they’ve been waiting over a week already. It’s hard to stay pleasant. I have to fight the initial reaction to snap and tell them to give me a little space and time.
But I understand. I expect that people returning from over a week of vacation will be rested, refreshed and in a good mood. So I need to be that way.
I wait until they’ve left my office, and THEN I snarl under my breath. Then I feel better. Until the next person knocks and says (invariably), “You got a minute?” Which always means at least 30 minutes.
Oh well. That’s why they pay me these “big” bucks.
And so I was again reminded of the Lonestar song as I hopped in my car to start for home after 9+ hours in the office today. About halfway through my 35-minute commute I began to sense “that peaceful easy feelin’.”
I was Comin’ Home!