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daI was supposed to return home Sunday afternoon, but high windsclosed Frankfurt airport (and roads and main train terminal), so Air Canada put some 200+ of us up in downtown Frankfurt. In a very posh hotel, which fed us two meals (late dinner, surprisingly tasty; early breakfast, full buffet, again more tasty than I expected) and gave us comfortable beds to sleep in, though not for long enough at all.
My Monday began at 4:38 local time, with a wake up call from Air Canada. For a 7am departure from said hotel, for a 9am re-scheduled flight which took off at 10am, getting me to YYZ at 12:30 Eastern Time (8.5h flight. Less said the better. (Wait: I will say: sleeping on plane foiled by 2-year-old who enjoyed screaming at random intervals FTL)).
After waiting forever for my baggage (with the same 200ish people, who I had spent the ENTIRE LAST DAY WITH) I finally was able to drive home and shower and change clothes. Oh, that felt good.
I set my alarm for a 1-hour nap so I could go pick up Rover this afternoon (they are open from 4-7pm). Woke up; turned off alarm; laid down again just for a moment and five hours later, was roused from an awful dream that I had slept through the afternoon. Er.
I can't find much of my consciousness. I'm sure it will return, as will an appetite, eventually. I will eat something light now anyway, then go back to sleep, I hope. And pick up Rover at 8 when the boarding place opens. Sorry Rover! (not that she will have any idea. But I do.)
Ugh. Ton of bricks on head.
But, I will say, glad to be in my own house (that place I live, as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
melted_snowball puts it). He doesn't come home until Wednesday afternoon, as he's doing work with former students in Bratislava.
I have photos of the trip, and I have the end of a travelogue to write up. Berlin was neat, though I don't have many spare words right now.
My Monday began at 4:38 local time, with a wake up call from Air Canada. For a 7am departure from said hotel, for a 9am re-scheduled flight which took off at 10am, getting me to YYZ at 12:30 Eastern Time (8.5h flight. Less said the better. (Wait: I will say: sleeping on plane foiled by 2-year-old who enjoyed screaming at random intervals FTL)).
After waiting forever for my baggage (with the same 200ish people, who I had spent the ENTIRE LAST DAY WITH) I finally was able to drive home and shower and change clothes. Oh, that felt good.
I set my alarm for a 1-hour nap so I could go pick up Rover this afternoon (they are open from 4-7pm). Woke up; turned off alarm; laid down again just for a moment and five hours later, was roused from an awful dream that I had slept through the afternoon. Er.
I can't find much of my consciousness. I'm sure it will return, as will an appetite, eventually. I will eat something light now anyway, then go back to sleep, I hope. And pick up Rover at 8 when the boarding place opens. Sorry Rover! (not that she will have any idea. But I do.)
Ugh. Ton of bricks on head.
But, I will say, glad to be in my own house (that place I live, as
melted_snowball puts it). He doesn't come home until Wednesday afternoon, as he's doing work with former students in Bratislava. I have photos of the trip, and I have the end of a travelogue to write up. Berlin was neat, though I don't have many spare words right now.
