I got into New York around 9:30 this morning (14 hours later than my original itinerary), actually got into my apartment around 11:15, and fell asleep watching Olympic swimming around noon. I have just now gained enough conscious energy to get up and check my backlog of LJ and e-mail, but not enough to write about my trip. I took many pictures with my camera phone. Let us see if I have the care to post any of them.
At least it felt like a real week, as opposed to most of my weeks, where I am wondering how the hell it's Thursday already/isn't Monday yet. I am sunburned (rather badly in one spot), somewhat relaxed, rather confused, conflicted, definitely still groggy, and have decided that I don't ever want to fly through Dulles International again, if I can possibly help it. Seriously. They don't know how to make people line up properly, which I thought was really sixty percent of the Flying Experience.
Also, have almost finished
Making Money, which I'm enjoying very much, though there are slightly fewer "laughing out loud and making people wonder what is wrong with you" moments, it is highly satisfying seeing different Ankh-Morpork sets and characters intersecting.
Of course, now I'm going to have to read all the Watch books again. *sigh*
And, as is so frequent to my life these many months, I am so very, very broke that I am reluctant to buy food or go to Jazz... I miss going to Jazz. Fuck it, I might as well go. I'm exhausted, but I miss my Jazz Babies, and I have many things to discuss (and many things to keep tightly under lid. We'll see how well that plan works.)