I'm home and mostly intact. Not missing any parts, just some memories of miserable flights, for which I am thankful.
I'm also sick in bed with a cold. During my school years, and my work years, and my marriage years, I often dreamed of what it would be like to just be able to go to bed when sick with a cold or whatever. I can tell you now, it's everything I dreamed it would be.
So as I recover from long flights and coughing spells, I'm planning chapters in the India Journals. Should be up and running soon.