Dublin

back safely, with one little "see you soon" digestive gift from Ghana.  We've been inside all day, despite the lovely sunshine, with what I've decided to call "airplane hangovers."  You know the feeling: you've been flying for hours.  Your ears are ringing, you're a groggy zombie due to lack of sleep, there's a gungy feeling that you know a shower won't cure, and you have a serious case of the blahs all day.  It's an airplane hangover.

I'm sorting through photos now, as well as taking inventories of our house's contents, planning a going-away party, and starting all sorts of errands that need to be done in the next two weeks.  I'll try to keep y'all posted.