A Good Time Was Had By All

I had hoped for a little decompression time when I got home. (Flying is anything but decompressing for a woman who has issues with the whole proceeding)....time to unpack, shower maybe (even though that meant that the superfantastic haircut I got would be forever altered because I can never style my hair the way the stylist did it)....maybe even blog a little or catch up on my email or, possibly, just sit quietly...drinking in the silence of the house and rubbing the belly of a very excited and happy puppy.

I had a very wonderful weekend in Omaha. It surprised me on so many levels and there is so much to think about and write about. I was more or less ready to come home (although I did start spontaneously weeping as the plane started to taxi to the runway at Eppley) but things were such an anxious whirl right before I left and then I go have this completely carefree weekend only to have it be over and have to return to normal right away and I think you can appreciate that a little transition time was a good idea.

I got home to a quiet house (The Spouse and Child were out making a movie all day). The Dog was very, very happy to see me. And precisely 3 minutes later The Family returned and my Seattle life was kick-started. There's probably a metaphor for something in all that. But I have to get dressed for work so I'll have to dig it out later.