Home again, home again

Home again, home again, jiggety-jig,
She lays eggs for my fat pig.
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog,
She lays eggs for my fat hog.

Or something like that. Relatively uneventful trip home. Took me an hour and a half from Rob’s house to the Hertz rental lot; another 45 minutes or so to the gate (which was quick). My flight was an hour late or so taking off, due to an overhead bin that wouldn’t open (and that had, of course, passenger luggage in it). On the other hand, I was seated on an exit row, and so was able to lean back and sleep pretty much the whole flight.

And Margie, despite being awake when I got home, let me sleep in this morning. She rocks.

Now for a few days of normalcy before the next trip …