This happens to me when I’m away at a convention or some vacation, and then the last two days arrive. For several days, one has no thoughts of home, nor travel

This happens to me when I’m away at a convention or some vacation, and then the last two days arrive. For several days, one has no thoughts of home, nor travel arrangements, nor often, of driving. And then the day comes when you have to clear out of your hotel room, and attend sessions while the staff are trying to stack up the chairs. And then someone plays some airs on a bagpipe (YMMV). Or on a cruise, on embarkation day, when you are just getting accustomed to relaxing, and they put the Port Valet [1] form in front of you, bringing to mind all the chaos of disembarkation and airline travel. One must enthuse as much as possible when the days are good. [1] You put your packed bags out for baggage handlers on the last night and you expect to see them at your destination’s baggage carousel.