Screaming children on both the other legs of the trip. On the one hand, I feel bad for the parents of those kids (not to mention the kids themselves), but on the other hand, I want to toss the kids out the window. Or at least have a screaming section with soundproofed walls at the back of the plane.
Home is home. Some new stuff, mostly not. The dog has only one eye, which I knew, but I hadn't seen it yet. It's charming.
Bed soon. I didn't sleep as much as I'd've liked last night, what with the packing, and the travel anticipation, and the early rising, and the noisy roommates.
