It's a good thing today is the last leg of my looooong journey home because yesterday my body told me it had had enough of flying for the foreseeable future.
Starting in Cape Town, South Africa, I'd been on airplanes 28 of 36 hours, with the remaining time spent sitting in airports. The longest leg of 19 hours with an hour on the ground in Senegal for refueling and a US-mandated high security search during which we could not leave the airplane, was Johannesburg to Dulles International in Washington DC.
During the flight from Chicago to Seattle, where I would overnight before flying to Alaska today, my legs insisted on being straight, not bent at the knee. It was much like an itch in a place you can't reach--I HAD to straighten my legs.
Then, when the guy in the seat in front of me slammed his seat into the "reclining" position, I started getting owlie, in direct contradiction to my mantra: There is neither time nor room in my life for negativity. Had to repeat that several times, as well as busily and not-gently, prop my knees against the back of his seat. Hmmph.
I had five or six M&M peanuts for dinner and went to bed at 4 PM, not getting up until 6:45 AM.
Started the day with a success: made a perfect waffle in the hotel's breakfast room. First waffle I've eaten since returning from China couple years ago and making one in another hotel in San Francisco, eating it outside on the breakwater along the bay at sunrise while watching planes come and go across the water.
Now, off to the airport. I should be home this evening--just in time to get my taxes done and pack for a month in Halibut Cove.
Then, with nothing to interrupt except opening the door on demand for Gerri the cat, I will start The Africa Journals.