I felt like that arriving home last night. I was so happy to see the ugly snow, and the carpet that always looks dingy in my house, and especially the blind/cleft-palated cat who left snot sneezes all over the leather furniture. Hurray! I am happy to see these things because they mean WE ARE HOME. Finally. Sick with nasty colds, but sick with nasty colds at home.
It was a weird thing not being able to go home - a very helpless feeling, really. One I would be happy to avoid ever experiencing again. But loss of control at times is sort of a given in life, isn't it? Anyway, all's well that ends well and we actually got quite lucky and snagged two seats next to each other on a direct flight yesterday afternoon, which meant we arrived several hours earlier and spent far less time trying to corral Bella in our laps. And as a bonus there was some insane tail wind which shaved 40 minutes off the flight. I felt so fortunate for all that.
Here are the last pictures from San Diego. The weather really turned into normal California weather for those last days, which certainly helped us make the most of our extended (and holy moly expensive) vacation. We did get our time in the sun after all.
|Am not crabby. Just never sure when Husband is going to take a picture.|
|Husband took this from the top floor of our hotel.|