Home again, home again, jiggity-jig...

So after all that wandering around, lugging heavy baggage, taking thousands of photos, eating far too much food, and having a generally wonderful time, I have somehow found myself right back where I started. Huh.

I'm home. Lucy, despite all fears to the contrary, has not forgotten me, but has been sticking to me like a furry,
much cuter leech, meowing when I leave her line of vision. It's been a lovely welcome home.

Having forgotten to clean out the fridge before I left, I was afraid to open it. It wasn't so bad after all -- the milk was slightly sour, but not solid. True, the veggies are also furry, but much, much less cute, and I may see if they will kill whatever virulent space disease I seem to have picked up. However.

I'm already missing maid service. I don't understand how I've been home for less than a day and already I have too many dishes to do.

I've mostly completely unpacked, and I'll spend the next week finishing up working through my photos. I finished up the Venice photos on the Queen Mary, but ran out of hideously expensive yet slow internet time so didn't mention it until now.

Venice 2010

I spent most of the train ride yesterday working on my photos of Provence, so those will be up next. I hope to get all the photos dealt with before the end of June, and also to start catching up on blog entries.