As I drove to work this morning, I looked over at a plane preparing for takeoff. I was so tempted to turn and go to the airport, walk up to the desk, and say, "Give me a seat on the next plane. Destination? I don't care, just let me board." I am past the point of exhaustion. I won't go into what has sent me there, but I do not like it.
On a brighter note...I worked through the snag. Everything is humming again.