My idea of fun

There's nothing like arriving home on the train from Frankfurt at 8:00pm in a torrential downpour, only to have to re-pack my bag before going to bed so I can fly to Brussels tomorrow afternoon. Tonight is just the third night out of the past sixteen that I'll spend in my own bed. I'm not sure who's more bothered by that, Gretchen or I. Or me. (I can never keep the I/me thing straight.)