Home Thoughts

Outside my window a fine drizzle is dulling the view and making me very sleepy. After more than 24 hours in transit, I arrived home last night, not too late. I spent 8 days traveling with a group of my students - in Spain. It was a wonderful trip and I will likely tell you more about it once I regain some energy.

I am thinking about how, regardless of the length of a trip, on the last day in a different place, one's thoughts turn towards home. While wandering on my own in Madrid for a few hours on Sunday, I yearned to see my husband, thought about my garden, started planning projects, and wondered how my other students were doing with their Teacher on Call. 

I am doing very little today. All those grand plans I thought about seem less important today. I'll get to them later. Although school is in session, I've booked off an extra two days for trip recuperation. There's been some laundry shifted from washer to dryer and folded, a chat via Skype with my daughter and young Iris, and very little else accomplished. 

In my kitchen the carcass of a roasted chicken that I froze before leaving is in the slow cooker, flavouring stock that will become soup. For dinner tonight I pulled a container of White Chicken Chili from the freezer. 

I am trying to not nap today. The best way to recover from jet lag is to try to keep to the schedule of where one is at. Last night I made it to 9 pm; we'll see how tonight goes. 

I am reading nothing right now. I read the above book on the plane coming home - a great story about WWII and the unsung women who willingly risked their lives to help out. I'd recommend it. I also read, via our digital library, "The Girl You Left Behind," by Jojo Moyes, also very entertaining. I read Kate Atkinson's "Case Histories" and have decided that I am not a fan of KA. Her characters seem mired in unhappiness. 

I am going to an appointment later this afternoon, and will pick up a few groceries on the way home.