All Done

I made it back home.

The trip home was largely uneventful.  Sure, there was a minor event or two, like the taxi-hailing app sending my cab about a block away (I typed in a street number of "12" and I then got a message saying, "Your taxi is being hailed to 37 [same street]."  What the hell, people?  But it was only a block away, and we managed to connect.  I still consider the taxi app a pleasant experience -- it way beats hauling my luggage out to a busy street and standing there with my arm out.

I was a bit rushed in the airport as I hadn't really done much shopping and I always bring back stuff for the office.  So they're giving the "please proceed to the gate" announcement on my flight, and I'm running through the Duty Free thinking, "I am not leaving this country without a gift for my boss."  

The other problem was that I did, in fact, pick up a cold.  So I also needed to stop to buy cold supplies (various meds and a ton of Kleenex) to survive the nearly 11-hour flight.  Duly survived -- but I was pretty wiped out by the time I got home.  Not at all surprising, seeing as (with the time change), I'd been awake for a very long time on top of two nights without sufficient sleep.  Couldn't say how much of the "wiped" was exhaustion and how much was being sick.

I just crashed on the couch -- still haven't made a move toward unpacking.

During the whole trip, I kept asking myself why I stupidly booked my return flight for Friday, as coming back on Saturday would've given me an extra day in London, and I'd still have Sunday to recover before going back to work.  Now, I'm really pleased that I have the extra day for recovery on this side -- I'm filling myself up with soup and kitty cuddles, and will hopefully be able to face the real world in two days.

Journalling to return the next time I go someplace -- or the next time I need to rant at someone, which is probably more likely.

Hope everyone has a great 2014!