incoherent

[dragonlady7]

I have now been home for about 10 hours.
It was a long and somewhat bumpy flight.
I think I did not lose or forget anything.
I dropped a coat on a man's head when I opened the overhead compartment mid-flight.
At the end of the flight, he dropped my camera bag on my head.
He also had this penchant for flinging himself back in his seat so hard that the back of his chair would lurch at me terrifyingly. It was a newfangled kinda chair with a malfunctioning touchscreen TV, and also a power outlet: i had my computer's power brick plugged in, and twice his lurching sent the power brick literally flying out of the outlet, once so forcefully that it hit me and I shrieked, not having expected to be hit at high speed in the face with a power brick.
He was a really really big Canadian businessman, very loud and brash and in near-constant brash conversation with the guy across the aisle from him. I am sure he is a nice fellow who probably has a nice wife and some kids and probably treats his dog well. I wanted to stab him in the eye.

I made what was possibly a mistake when I decided to download the 460-odd photos I took from my camera onto my laptop. The laptop took up the whole tray table and made it impossible for me to do anything else. The photos were so big and numerous that it took them over two hours to transfer. It was a long-ass time of sitting there blinking wearily at the screen and wishing I could stop looking and fall asleep. I did not sleep, however.

The drive home: Z gets a medal for doing it, because by then I was incoherent. So he wins.

There's a whole bunch of things in here I'm missing. I am surprised at how incoherent I am today. I actually am so groggy and confused that I have not managed to so much as take a shower. I have blankly noticed that my house is surrounded, even beseiged by flowers-- tulips that were not yet in bud have burst into flower now. All the ones I planted the autumn before last have multiplied, and are beautiful and everywhere. I haven't gone out to look yet, though.

I stubbed my toe on a very obvious obstacle, and it hurts a lot. I am not competent to exist today. I should probably eat but don't remember how. And all my suitcases are still in the car.

I really got plenty of rest while traveling, and in London time it's like 3 pm, so I don't know what my deal is.

I will say this: For once in my life, I managed to actually follow through on my old ideal of cleaning the house before I leave it, so that I come home to a non-stinky, non-mold-encrusted, tidy, beautiful space that I can fall gracefully into. And it is wonderful. For a lifelong clutterer, simply walking into the door of the house and seeing the empty garbage can with fresh bin liner, lid open; empty sink; straightened-up couches; not clean but not unduly cluttered coffee tables with enough room to rest a new, filled coffee cup upon... etc. It just really was nice. The house smelled lovely and I didn't trip over anything on the way to the bedroom where I immediately collapsed.

So. Joys of housewifery, I suppose.

Hopefully I shall return to reality by the afternoon or evening, so that we can go retrieve Chita Rivera from Skin-Grandma's house, because I MISS MY KITTY.

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[rootsnradicals.livejournal.com]

It's not the time change - it's the brain suck of flying. I swear there is nothing more tiring than sitting still and doing nothing in a cramped space (while lying on my couch doing nothing for long periods is luxurious, but now that I think about it - also tiring!) We got back from Ireland at 7:00 pm, and I was a wreck the whole next day - even after a full night's sleep.

Remind me to tell you about the crazy Russian guy we had on our flight home - thankfully not right in front of us.

Welcome home!