"There's no place like home, there's no place like home"
There is some truth to Dorothy's prophetic statement!
After 2 weeks living out of carry on luggage, washing clothes in our rented sinks and praising the good people of Tide for making travel packets...we were ready for clean underwear and a change of clothing options.
Mark said at the beginning of our journey..."I hate first days"....referring to the adjustment to the new time zone! We felt like we'd pulled an all nighter at college yet we aren't that young anymore so our bounce back rate was seriously diminished.
I, on the other hand, struggle with RENTRY! I guess it's a good thing we aren't both on the same schedule...
Somehow the laundry (which we probably should have burned), the mail, the paying of bills, the cleaning of dog poo and pee on our carpets and the 4000 client emails...drove me under the covers.
Mark powered thru...
For 3 days our ability to form full sentences was challenged. It's a good thing we know each other well and could pick the meanings out of the air when this brain dead moments were upon us.
At last...We are back.
Yesterday...Mark gleefully said "keep those passports handy...Paris-Normandy in September"....
I won't remind him..."he hates first days"!