So now we’re home, very happy to see it.
There are cats, very happy to see us. We’re happy to see them, too, of course, but they seem a little more desperate about it.
There is a bed, and it is ours, and we’re very happy to sleep in it.
There is a hometown, which is very noisy, and we’re not nearly so happy to hear it.
The trip home was mildly hellish, because the Lihue airport was a ridiculously crowded disaster, with the disorganized TSA having me in tears because we were running so late (because of the incredibly long lines and disorganization) and they wouldn’t let me through because of Scooty McScootface (and the sight of my tears had Shannon—who had already made it through—growling and hissing at the TSA to go help me IMMEDIATELY, which they then scurried to do, because a protective Shannon is a frightening man to face), and we barely made it to the gate in time to pre-board with Scooty. Also, the horribly friendly man sitting next to me, once he stopped his constant flow of conversation, started watching a movie aloud without headphones. And the entire rest of the passengers on the plane appeared to be extremely noisy children and babies. I put on my own headphones and listened to the new BTS album about a thousand times with the volume turned up. It reminded me how little, in this digital age, I listen to entire albums like I used to. I tend to buy individual songs I’ve heard and liked, and so I never have that old experience of listening to an entire album over and over again & discovering some hidden gem of a song that no one else seems to appreciate. My favorite song on the latest BTS album (Map of the Soul: Persona) is one that most fans aren’t talking about (Mikrokosmos), so it’s inspired me to listen to some of the other albums I’ve bought on iTunes to see if I find other favorites not yet discovered.
We arrived home fairly late last night, exhausted and hungry, so Shannon ran to Taco Bell for some quick “supper,” and we went to bed not too long afterward. We then both proceeded to sleep almost all day today. For me, I think it was primarily a recovery from yesterday’s traumatic travel, but for Shannon I think it was primarily due to his lingering atrocious cold. Right now we’re both still lying around like beached starfish, but I hope we’ll both be more functional tomorrow. I have a PT appointment tomorrow afternoon (I haven’t done any leg PT exercises in more than a week and feel horribly guilty about it) and would also like to go get my blood drawn ASAP to check on the kidney function problem discovered not long before the trip.
I also came home to the letter from Paratransit declining my eligibility (also discovered immediately before the trip) and so wrote the letter that begins the appeal process. Fun fun. Now I wait to hear from them regarding the date of my hearing.
Our suitcase lies, largely unmolested, in the dining room. We rummaged for the crucial things (like my pill cases, our cables to charge electronics, etc.) and opted to just leave the rest for when we have more energy.
Since Shannon still seems miserable with his cold, I’ll deal with the laundry when I feel able (tomorrow if I can—the next day otherwise), but for right now I still feel just exhausted and want only to lie on the sofa, drink ice water, watch a bit of tv, and nap as required. I’m betting I’ll go to bed very early tonight. I really don’t want to race around tomorrow, but the kidney labs are important and I don’t want to cancel the PT at the last minute. So I’ll manage it ... and then probably collapse again in the evening.
I feel like I’ve run a marathon. Probably due to my (much milder) case of Shannon’s horrible virus in addition to yesterday’s traumatic travel experience (possibly the most stressful I’ve ever had).
Okay, back to reading some nice, comforting, familiar Sherlock fanfic I’ve read a million times before and which, therefore, requires basically no brain whatsoever. And that’s about how much brain I have to spare.