Well, I’m home.
Yup… home. Sigh. I think I have either post-holiday blues or I’m just really fatigued. Contemplating buying a scanner today so I can scan all the pieces I picked up.
I did manage to get some sleep on the plane. The seat next to me was empty so I ended up using it to help me stretch out. I got about six hours of reasonable sleep which is pretty damn good considering my track record. We didn’t board until after midnight even though the flight was supposed to leave at 11.40. Yay for flat batteries. Unlike the trip out, there were crying kids on this flight and I can see why it drives some people crazy. My taxi driver didn’t pay attention to me when I said I wanted to go to Bell St and he nearly drove straight past the exit. Gah!
Anyhoo… I’m home. I’m doing a load of washing. Fresh, clean clothes were a treat to put on.