Okay, so the dopey thing here is that I got myself on an awesome run of posting, and then as soon as I get back to the country, totally drop the ball.
The not-dopey thing is that I did, in fact, make it back to my home, safe and sound, after approximately 32 hours of travel. Which, just let me tell you something, is a lot of travel. Highlights included watching a Hindi movie, the yogurt on the Air France flight, chatting with the nice high school girl next to me between Paris and New York, flying over the Alps at sunrise, and looking out my window and seeing London Bridge. Lowlights included the food on the flight fron Mumbai (boo, Delta, boo I say), the Mumbai airport which I know you might be shocked to hear but I guarantee is approximately nine thousand batrillion times worse than CDG airport, the guy who kept standing up with his squalling baby and blocking my view of the subtitles on the Hindi movie, and carrying a 50 pound satchel across the continents.
I got in on Saturday night; Sunday was cause for great celebration because it was my first day off since mid-March.
I'm real glad it was a nice day, because I'm apparently not getting another day off any time soon. I'll be working this weekend, again. And for those of you playing at home, would you like to take a guess as to where I am right now?
Go on. Look at the time stamp on this entry. It hasn't been delayed or altered in any way. 2:30-something am and where am I?
Yes. Work. That's where. I'm at work at 2:30 in the morning.
At least in India I had time to sleep. Sheesh.