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Everything worked like clockwork yesterday at airports and in the air on the way home, which on the whole added to my unsuppressable good mood. (I didn't even mind getting the "S" - as in... "Special" - treatment at Bush International.) Strangely enough, I was not able to sleep during either the flight from IAH to Phoenix or from there to Durango, though I have a decades-long tendency to fall asleep on planes - at least for a few minutes, these days - within 10 minutes of takeoff (something to do with some extensive air travel, including several back-to-back NY-Moscow flights, a long time ago).
The fact that I was coming off a night shift and edging into what had become my sleep period made the lack of sleep all the more surprising. Galina was there when I landed, and after the usual 20-minute wait for baggage we were off for home. (Durango is a Very Busy Airport™... as the ground crew is responsible for servicing upwards of, um, one airplane at a time, but I'm just being snippy.)
Ming made more noise upon my arrival than I think I've heard him make over the past few years (unless you integrate the energy the dog has spent snoring over his lifetime... unleased at one moment, the effect might rival that of a small-scale thermonuclear blast). I got the feeling he was happy... or senile, thinking I was perhaps an intruder.
It was - and is - great to be home.
I finally nodded off around 9 pm or so, effectively having pulled an "all nighter" as far as the poor, abused sleep centers in my brain were concerned. I woke at 5:30 am, fresh as a daisy, which is just as well, as I had to send off the translation due today (done!), and unpack my bags.
It is wonderful to be back home. I will make it a special point not to allow anything to spoil my mood.
At least for today, okay?
Cheers...
The fact that I was coming off a night shift and edging into what had become my sleep period made the lack of sleep all the more surprising. Galina was there when I landed, and after the usual 20-minute wait for baggage we were off for home. (Durango is a Very Busy Airport™... as the ground crew is responsible for servicing upwards of, um, one airplane at a time, but I'm just being snippy.)
Ming made more noise upon my arrival than I think I've heard him make over the past few years (unless you integrate the energy the dog has spent snoring over his lifetime... unleased at one moment, the effect might rival that of a small-scale thermonuclear blast). I got the feeling he was happy... or senile, thinking I was perhaps an intruder.
It was - and is - great to be home.
I finally nodded off around 9 pm or so, effectively having pulled an "all nighter" as far as the poor, abused sleep centers in my brain were concerned. I woke at 5:30 am, fresh as a daisy, which is just as well, as I had to send off the translation due today (done!), and unpack my bags.
It is wonderful to be back home. I will make it a special point not to allow anything to spoil my mood.
At least for today, okay?
Cheers...
