I am at a conference, and I *so* want to be home. Classes are over, and all that's left is a mountain of grading and a big heap of writing to do. Oh, and maybe something I *want* to do for a change: put some tomato plants in the garden to feed my addiction. For me, tomatoes = the crack of vegetables.
Here, I'm pretty much done. Paper presented? Check. Chaired a session? Check. All that's left is a meeting at which I have to speak informally, so I guess I have to stay.
But if I had a pair of ruby slippers, I'd be clicking them three times and channeling Dorothy.