I finally got home around 11 last night. Our flight arrived in Seattle at 6, and then my angelic husband drove up to Tacoma to pick me up. Alexis wasn’t in any shape to drive. It felt lovely to sleep in my own home, to actually sleep, not just to nod off for a few moments.

But interestingly enough, David Sedaris was on the flight to San Diego. I was a little too excited to give a shit, but it was cool to see him in person.

I planned on writing a long post about what a cold, smelly, unfriendly cesspool of disinterest JFK was, and how the staff at Jet Blue were way more intersted in text-messaging their families than they were in helping their customers get home to their families, but that’s just not spreading good stuff. But I did get a cold ( thanks Mom ) and start my period @ JFK. I’m thinking I got all my bad-travel crap out of the way with this trip, so my trip to school should be smooth sailing. If not, then promise to have a full-on temper tantrum in the airport.

I will write my post about the trip a little later. D is sneaking out of work. We are headed to Cup and Saucer, and then off to New Seasons for some house stuff. But it feels awesome being back home.