Something felt funny Wednesday morning as I waited for my shuttle to Los Angeles airport. Then it hit me: no nametag. After wearing it on a lanyard around my neck for two weeks (in order to get into tour events), I did not need to do so anymore. And then I really knew I was done.
No major difficulty getting home (aside from the aches in my knees from yet another sardine-packed airplane). First great night's sleep since I left. Ready to catch up on some shows in the DVR, and to process some notes for posts here, and to get back into the old routine.