At this point, I’m thankful for my duvet. And the ground beneath my feet. Actually the flight(s) weren’t so bad, but the TSA in Seattle could use some guidance on politeness-that-isn’t-snarky. ::sigh::
Long lines, airless rooms, one last flight, finding the dirty car that’s been stranded alone in long-term parking, and then… the freedom of the road. And singing old songs at the top of one’s lungs, to stay awake.
Home. And for this, I truly give thanks.
Thankful that you’re safely back. And that you only found a flower in your house after that long of an absence! Sleep well.