Here it is Sunday night and we don't leave until Tuesday morning. This means I have to go to work tomorrow, wrap up as much stuff as possible, and try not to think about Las Vegas. In addition, when we return home late Monday afternoon this means I will go to the office to check the mail and messages.
It's so much nicer to leave Sunday and come back Friday. That actually seems like a vacation. I suppose it could be worse; I could have to go to work and then fly to Las Vegas at night. We've done that too.
Am I the only one who hates arriving during the week?