I'm back. I think. The trip home was long. The flight was tummy-heavingly bumpy. Suitcases were heavy. Vacation was over. Jet lag has settled into my foggy brain and it's hard to tell what time it really is. Driving to the grocery store was an adventure - I wasn't sure which side of the car or road I should be on.
And while it's always good to get away, it's still good to get home.
To my own bed (which my wonderfully amazing house-and-cat-sitter had
made up with clean sheets...ahhh), my own huge clawfoot cast iron
bathtub (double-ahhh) and to my kitties.
All of them jumped onto my suitcase within 5 minutes of my arrival home to tell me, "You're staying put for a while, Lady."
I still have a few more Ireland posts brewing, if you'd like to see photos and hear a couple of tales. Watch for them this week...once the jet lag fogginess lifts. Thanks for following along on this trip with me!