It's good to be home

No wonder the airlines are in such trouble. The flight from Portland to Palm Springs last night was less than full. In fact, it was virtually empty. We all probably could have fit in a large Suburban, rather than needing a 737 for the trip. There were 14 passengers on the plane.

As a passenger, it was bliss. I had an entire row to myself, and no one sitting in front of me or behind me for several rows. It would have been a great opportunity to put the seat back and snooze, but instead I buried my head in a magazine I picked up at the airport and read all the way home.

It was good to be home and sleeping in a bed again. I hadn't slept in a read bed since Monday night, and that was a motel bed in a downtown Seattle motel that featured a noisy heater that seemed to wake me up every time it kicked on. I think I had a chill the entire time I was in the Northwest. When I opened the door to my apartment the thermostate said it was about 76 degrees in here. I actually opened the patio door and the bedroom window for some fresh, non-rain soaked air. It was heavenly.

Not that there isn't a downside to being back home. I miss my family already. We had Easter dinner at my daughter's mother's house Sunday, and two of her sisters were their with their significant others. It was tough to leave for the airport with everyone still there laughing and talking and having a great time. So, the apartment seems a little empty after spending the bulk of the week with two adult women, a teenage girl, 4 cats and 2 dogs. My suitcase and entire vacation wardrobe were covered in pet hair.

Fortunately I don't have to go to work until Wednesday, so I'm off to work on some chores. I've already spend way too much of the day trying to get caught up on blog reading at some of my favorite sites I haven't been able to monitor while I was on vacation.

I love my family. And I love my current home. It is just so unfortunate that they have to be so far apart on the map.

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