Last night I had a terrible time falling asleep. Jet lag, I suppose. This is how it always works -- the first night back I collapse into bed and sleep like a log, because I've been up for something like 24 hours. But the second night is much more challenging.
Still, it wasn't that awful. I was asleep by midnight or so.
At least I get to settle in and return to routine. Poor Dave is off to a choral festival in Oman this evening with eight students and another chaperone. He doesn't mind traveling with students (and he's done it a lot) but coming so closely on the heels of our own trip makes it harder. He had just enough time to squeeze in his routine infusion of Crohn's medication yesterday afternoon.
So, yeah, for the next four nights (I think?) it's just me and Olga. Maybe I can finally catch up on my blog reading!
Our daffodils are looking good, as you can see. We have these now, and then a second crop of white ones that bloom later in the spring. Funny how they're all facing away from the house, like they're shy.
Here's the latest addition to that neighborhood advertisement I've photographed a couple of times. A vaccine critic who can't even spell the word seriously undercuts their argument, it seems to me.