No Place Like Home

And here I am back home again and not at all prepared for the holidays.  I haven’t got the presents wrapped yet. I have cards I need to write/send, I have cleaning to do… BUT… I get to sleep in my own bed, I get to soak in my tub and I get to enjoy my office. (Have I mentioned how much I love my home office aka ‘where I spend 99.8% of the time I am awake?)

The flight back was ok. The TSA screening to GET to the flight was less than stellar. Not only did I get a very extensive ‘pat-down’ by a TSA agent (who apparently went to the Trump School of Screening…*ahem*) but they took EVERYTHING out of my suitcase. EVERYTHING.  I was asked AT LEAST three times where I was going, where I’d been, what I do for a living, what I’d been doing in Arizona… it was crazy.  And then I had to re-pack the very carefully packed suitcase that I’d spent over an hour packing ‘just so’ the night before. Altogether, the security thing took very near an hour, so I am glad I got to the airport as early as I did.

I can’t say that I missed the screeching children or the barking chihuahuas whilst I was gone but I am doing my best to ignore them now that I’m back.

Working on planning things and putting together some routines and schedules for 2017.

Some things never change, though. I am, once again, up far too late.

And…ummm… I went to see my daughter whilst I was in AZ. I truly wish I felt more optimistic about the future so I didn’t have to fight the nagging feeling that I may have seen my family for the last time. I’ve been trying to not think about it too much, maybe to the Scarlett O’Hara extreme (‘I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.’)

Time to try to sleep. If I don’t get back again before the weekend, Happy Whatever-You-Celebrate to those who celebrate something.