Well that was one long winter break. Now begins my reasonably paced medium-length trek back to Boston via London Hellrow...
I'm sitting at the gate munching on a couple of grandma's homemade wafflettes (thanks BMM!) feeling very relaxed, if a bit stuffy-nosed (man the country was COLD this time around) and looking forward to a boring day of uneventful flights westward.
Hey, air travel needn't always be boring -- last time I had a bit of a mishap in an airport it turned into a very enjoyable little adventure, let me tell you about it sometime -- but when it comes to the big transatlantic "back-to-school" commute*, the more mind-numbingly boring the better. It's draining enough emotionally, to extract myself from the warm cocoon of friends and family, without piling on travel complications. Once I'm out of it I want to get back to my other cocoon as fast as possible.
Plus, I have a special someone waiting for me there... the world knows him as Gus The Magnificent (though I just call him "poulet", French for chicken) and he's coming back to this blog, big time! Stay tuned for fluffy hair-raising horror from your favorite, most rodentalicious rascal.* PS: I say school but I mean work! Contrary to popular belief, I'm not a student anymore!