We’re back, and I’m…

Exhausted.

Sorry about the travelogues – they stopped first because I was so busy in London, and then when I got back because I was absolutely seething about a couple of things that happened that are probably going to have some unpleasant consequences but that I can’t seem to talk about without filling two screens of furious text (did I mention I was seething?), and finally because we were busy with family around Torsten’s baptism and didn’t have internet access anyway, even if I’d had the time to write.

So anyhow, we’re back, and our trip was good (London was fantastic for both getting work done and giving me back my perspective) except for about 48 hours of it (and the last leg of our flight home, where a United stewardess decided to be a real jerk to the family with the baby, which will likely lead me back to my 2000 promise never to fly United again…). We’re trying to readjust (Mr. T has jet lag in this direction, which sucks for me, as the early-morning shift person…) and get back into a routine, and I’ll write more when I have time.

Be proud of me – I finally managed to write this entry without getting into the details of the bad 48 hours…