Home Again

This was Friday night's Florida sunset, seen from the back yard of my stepmother's guest house. I love those filmy veils of clouds, lit by the sinking sun.

And now we're back in London. Olga was thrilled to see us, once I woke her up -- she was sound asleep on the couch and didn't hear us come in. She's been jumping around and is now lying next to me, sighing deeply. All is right with the world.

The flight was smooth. As a special treat, Dave and I bought business class seats for our return voyage. (They were the only ones available on the direct London to Gatwick flight, so it was either that or connect through some other city.) We were each in those pods with divider walls between them, and a seat that basically turns into a bed. I read The New Yorker, watched two episodes of "Absolutely Fabulous" and slept for part of the trip, a light snooze, but I'm still exhausted.

Here we are toasting through the partition between our pods, with our pre-takeoff champagne. Cheers!

And just for fun, here's my stepsister's cat, Ozzie, at her house in Tampa. Jennifer and her husband spoil their two cats rotten. They are very satisfied animals. (Of course I wouldn't know anything about spoiling pets.)

I'd give you a picture of Olga but I feel sure she'd be insulted if I put her in the same post as a cat.