At some point, Tuesday ended and Wednesday began. I have reasoned it out, and concluded that must have happened while we were in the air.
Thank G-d (praise Him with great praise!), the flight back was much, much better than the flight out. This may have to do with the fact that I fell asleep at 2am ET, regardless of the fact that I was supposed to be helping Husbinator... something... with BSM? I faded in and out enough that Husbinator got me to put BSM on a little nest of pillows that Husbinator had made on the floor between us (we booked the end-seats of a 3-seat row, and the middle seat went blessedly untaken), and then we all slept blissfully for the next six hours or so. At least I and BSM did, I'm still foggy about Husbinator's sleep or lack thereof.
It was good to see family, but it's SUCH A RELIEF TO BE BACK. What's funny is that as soon as we got through customs, I stopped obsessing over how great it was to be back. Being here just fits.
It was also really great to see our house again. I seem to have missed that, too. Granted, he may have been channeling my excitement, but BSM said, "Yay," as we looked over our house.
Speaking of things that are totally smushy, a few hours after we got back, the Kornbluths brought us a bag of milk (milk comes in bags here) and a warm cake. We have such awesome neighbors. Oh. My. Gosh!
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