In a perfect world, I would be at home now, telling you what a wonderful vacation I'd taken for the last two weeks. Unfortunately, I'm at the Spring Hill Suites at Newark International Airport, after a tough 20 hours, eight of them on a plane from Copenhagen to New Jersey.

In short: Our flight back to Fort Lauderdale was canceled.

I am still too tired to adequately break down the last 14 days in all of its wondrousness. And, tomorrow, I'll be back at the airport, hoping to fly home earlier than late afternoon/early evening. (I can't believe I had the foresight to take tomorrow off, but still dread my one day of work, Thursday.)

Luckily, I've got a three-day weekend. Hopefully, I'll be able to find some time to write about my trip (and the rest of the month) before it's through.