an even more perfect ending

The one genuine risk of an excellent trip is that it might make you sad to return home. But this morning, as if by magic, I get gloomy, drippy weather that reminds me the sun is probably blazing in Cairo at this very moment, and I look forward to that.

However, I did lose my e-ticket somehow, and though e-tickets are not a damaging thing to lose (5 minutes of web research should be enough to find the information) this still may fall into category of a Freudian parapraxis… do I really want this to end, and teach a class tomorrow at 8:30 AM? (And that will be 7:30 for my now Europeanized body clock.)

Another 4 or 5 days in Amsterdam would certainly have hit the spot, but it’s time to return.