The first full week after being away from D.C. for almost two and the immediate wheels-down-at-DCA thought still remains.  It’s like a fusion of Plato’s Cave and the twist at the end of “The Sixth Sense:” I see tweaked-out, type-A, overachieving anxiety-balls.  I have a much better understanding of why people say that D.C. is a bubble.  I kind of knew that while I’ve been here for the past decade, but now it’s even more obvious.  I still love my “funny little town,” but dudes.  Seriously.  Chill.