December 8, 2015
Home again, home again, as lickity split as nondirect air travel will allow. I love the waiting time, the anonymity, the giving up to schedules beyond my control. Movies (Bridge of Spies, Mr. Holmes) and books and crosswords and email and some Jumble and a podcast or two of This American Life and a little Italian. A couple of Scotches, some pistachios and chocolate, and a double seat all to myself. Je suis comblée. Except for inconvenient neck pain...Trueblue friend drives me through pouring rain and hubby arrives home from work just as my key hits the lock.