Home is the Caveman

I arrived home shortly before 6:00 p.m. last night, slightly ahead of schedule, after spending a day and a half on planes and in airports. It was almost a miracle that I--and my luggage--both made it, as I had five flights in all, just like on the way down. And my changeovers were usually under two hours--none over three. I had to pick up my bags at every airport except Phoenix. Somehow, I made it.

Today I went back to work, and the vacation--my first in several years--began to rub off of me. I hope I will be able to hold on to some of it for a while.

There is much more to tell, but it's late, and I have to work a 10-hour shift tomorrow. For now, I leave you with this photo of the most spectacular sunrise we saw from the patio of the Tupa Hotel.