I’m finally home. I’m leaving again in 3-4 days to Austin, but at least I’m home for these few days. And it feels so good. I spent half my day lounging in my bath tub and the other half in my bed — the operative words there being the two ‘my’s.
The journey home was mostly uneventful, which is good. There were some near ruinous delays and much necessitated running around, but that’s nothing new.
One of the first things I noticed on landing in London was that the people there, in general, are less attractive. A couple of weeks later, another friend who showed up there commented the exact same thing on entry. Being the awful people that we are, we proceeded to—on seeing a relatively hot woman pass by—check her out, and if we both agreed, add her to the count of hot women we’d seen.
A week or so later, we reached 20. Which is pathetic, considering over 6 million people, for instance, use the tube to get around each day.
This little game is actually rather hard to stop playing, and I continued on even as I was waiting to check-in to my plane. Within 4 minutes, my count had crossed 50.
Boy was I glad to be getting home.