The weary traveler returns

Got back this morning (Jan. 12) at 1 am, after 24 hours in transit, including 4 hours sitting around at Heathrow, waiting for the blustery weather to let us take off.

So. Tired.

But back!

Still thirsty, though. You know the National Geographic programs on Africa, when inevitably the narrator intones, "Now it is the dry season. And the land is parched. Mikele [or whatever name they've given the lioness, leopard, fox, elephant or hyena] and her cubs are weakening"? That was me and The Ringleted One. At Heathrow, we parked ourselves at the beauty supply store and slathered on samples of Occitane shea butter, under the eyes of the sniggering sales ladies.

Back to Crimson City tomorrow, for a week of recovery and writing.