Is that what this is?
After a few days in paradise, you come back to catastrophic weather and the news that your piece of *&#! car needs so much work that the mechanic won’t give your wife an estimate over the phone, but wants to break the news to you face-to-face. (Don’t ever talk to me about ‘helping Detroit’ again.)
Actually, I think everything somehow balances out. After a beautiful week away, a reality check was apparently in order.
Why? If I knew the answer, I’d segue from TV news to televangelism. (Where the big dough is.)
I suppose that’s why they call it vacation. And it is good to be home.