Back home again
The rest of my trip home yesterday (Saturday) was fairly uneventful. When we got on the plane a mom and dad traveling with two infants in car seats needed adjoining seats -- and window seats for the kids -- so I gave up my window seat for a middle seat in another row to make it happen.
The flight attendants were grateful enough to ply me with free cocktails and a sandwich, so I spent the trip in relative comfort -- well, as much as can be allowed wedged between two guys in the ass-end of coach. I got home around 10PM. Bonnie picked me up from the bus station and we both went to bed -- the kids have really beaten her up this week, and she was exhausted.
Fortunately, I'm not leaving her with my usual package of a week's worth of dirty laundry, so at least I'm not adding to the burden. On Friday night I ended up doing two loads of laundry at the hotel (the guest laundry room was at the end of my hall), so all I had that was dirty was my pajamas and the clothes I wore home.
One way or the other, it's good to be home.