When we were back in Vermont, many people asked what our lives actually look like here. For your consideration and visual stimulation, the images that follow are how today appeared in my jet-lagged eyeballs:
I woke up at 4 a.m. and stared at my living room.
I noticed there was very little fog outside the window.
By 4:32 a.m., I had rearranged the living room.
By sunrise, the fog had descended.
At 7 a.m. I was at the grocery store, where even the Fishmonger was still getting started.
Came back to feed sleepy, coughing David with the frozen waffles I procured at Waitrose.
Called Etihad at 8 a.m. because they charged me thrice (three times) for my upgrade to business class. I don’t even want to talk or think about how much that was. Etihad assured me that everything would be fine in three days. Oy. What’s with all the 3’s in this saga?
Lost “track” of time until noon, when I finally got on the treadmill after a two-week hiatus. See those tv screens? Yeah, they don’t work. Never have.
Took D to get a manicure with me at 3 p.m. He took this selfie. Afterward, he said that my pale nail color made it look like my skin had grown over my nails. (Poor D also looks pale in this picture.)
Went back to Waitrose for cereal, and no I did not let him buy this particular selection despite his claim that it had less sugar than raisin bran. A claim that he proved true a few minutes later. Still, no deal.
David carried the groceries home because my nails were still wet. The Rolls Royce that always ignores the no parking signs was doing it yet again.
Security guards in our lobby. They keep us safe and happy. I said “good morning” to them even though it was 4:30 pm.