We are home. Julia was positively jubilant when I woke her up in London and again, when we finally got into our own house. It was not a hard travel day, we made every connection. We almost missed our connection in Chicago-an hour and 10 minutes is not enough time for immigration, getting baggage, customs, rechecking bags, going through security and all the walking from terminal to terminal. The 8 hours from London was long and Julia did not want to sleep in the middle of our day. I couldn’t blame her. It was a blessing beyond belief to be met by friends at our little Madison airport, to get welcome home hugs and be driven home, to have milk and eggs and a tomato in the frig and then to get into bed. It was only after 9 when we climbed into bed but it was somewhere around 3 London time. I was out much quicker than Julia but she didn’t fight me on sleep.
Today, we move slowly. We managed unpacking, a wash and food shopping. I have a meeting tonight.
Much more to say but another day.