And suddenly the traffic slips back into place, and people stop talking funny, and one can anticipate proper coffee again. The last meal on the plane was memorably American: apple and strawberry pancakes served with turkey sausage (aka pale severed finger), bacon and 'breakfast syrup' and an unidentifiable pastry thing with pink stuff inside.
I'm only snarking to make myself feel better about being back in my own boring life instead of floating around visiting other people's. Rats, now I have to sit down and pay that huge tax bill, and start prioritising beyond who to email next and where to stop for lunch on the way across Indiana.
exactly the same as the sunnier days in the northeast of the US, but is 10 degrees C colder.
Consolations: seeing both my
sons again, one now 21!, the other one another inch or so taller, I'm sure! They've both gone off to their respective schools now, and Steven and I are online (the luxury of 2 laptops!) and entertaining the thought of a second-breakfast (with proper coffee) up the road, seeing as our first one was technically at about 4.30 a.m.
And here is a picture Steven took of me being intimidated by someone's ancestors at the museum in Montpelier, VT.