Home Sweet Home

Well, I arrived safely back in the good old US of A after about 36 hours of travel. Bleah. But the trip went about as well as you could hope for: no major delays and I even had a row to myself from Frankfurt to Chicago. AND my very own little movie screen so I could choose my movie (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory—boy Johnny Depp can be so weird). And because my mom is awesome, when I arrived home I found a basket of bath goodies waiting in my bathroom – sugar scrubs and bath salts and special shampoo and a shower puff – and I’ve spent much of the last few days happily submerged. I managed to avoid most of the hassles of jetlag. I slept 13 hours my first night home and have been good to go ever since. Good thing too. It’s the holidays, who has time to be jet-lagged?