We are home.
Our luggage made it.
We made it.
And I have some stories. Oh, the stories.
Some of which include weird people on the plane (not us, although that could be a post,) the best donut I ever had, one of the best books I've read in a mighty long time, my love for water, and the incredible irony of changing seats on the plane.
It's all in my head. Along with plans to lose the five pounds I gained on the trip.
May I just add that your comments about cleaning motel rooms and cabins made me feel a little more comfortable about leaving my house? Yes, there is an underground Lysol/Clorox cleaning team out there, folks, and we are keeping the world as germ-free as possible.