I left my hotel in Copenhagen for the airport at 7:00 AM this morning and arrived at my house in Wasilla just before 10:00 PM - 25 hours, when the time difference is factored in.
Here I am in Amsterdam, where the switch from planes was long and tedious. I am too tired to explain. It is now 10:47 PM in Wasilla and I just want to go bed. But first I will finish this blog and set it to publish for 5:15 AM, July 5.
;)
I follow the crowd into the airplane that will take us from Amsterdam to Minneapolis St. Paul. We will fly directly over Nuuk, Greenland.
;)
I watched three movies between Amsterdam and Minneapolis: The Book of Eli, The Hurt Locker and this one, Rinco, a Japanese film with English subtitles. This was the last of the three and I was worried that we would land before I could see the end.
The final scene ended just as our wheels touched the runway. The credits then began to roll, but were almost instantly cut off as the movie service ended.
It's okay. The credits were in Japanese and I can't read Japanese anyway.
I was thinking about my friend, Chie Sakakibara.
If she had been flying with me, she could have read them - if only they hadn't been cut off.
;)
The final leg, MSP-ANC, was about 6 hours, but it seemed less, so I must have actually dozed off.
Margie picked me up and drove me home. Here she is standing in the backyard. Around us, we can hear the sounds of rockets exploding and firecrackers popping as people celebrate the Fourth.
This will probably keep up, off and on, until 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning.
;)
Jimmy, with me in my office, getting a drink of fish tea.
Jimmy loves his fish tea. And he loves me. Margie says he has been wandering about, lost, through the house. Now he is happy. He keeps jumping up onto my chest, stays for awhile, then jumps off, drinks a bit more fish tea, then comes back and jumps up again.
He just did, again. He is making it hard to type.
I don't care. Jimmy's purring right in my left ear and I'm done.
Pistol is here, too.
I haven't seen Chicago yet, but I did hear her hiss just when I walked into the house. Not at me - at Pistol. She does not like Pistol at all. That is why I have not seen her yet.
Now, Jimmy has left. Pistol-Yero has taken his place - but on my lap, not my chest or shoulder.