Home again, home again, bangity-bang . . .

I have returned. The flight was relatively painless, since I had a diary to detail my adventures in and a Nick Hornby book to keep me occupied on the flight home.

I misplaced my keys and found them only after putting my parents through all kinds of grief to bail me out of the situation. (They were in my makeup bag--the one place I didn't check until after everything had gone down.) Oops.

So I'm home and I'm going to have some cereal and go to bed.

Today I took pleasure in reading a really good book.

Today I learned to pay more attention to where I put my keys.