Here's how my transition (from vacation to reality) went today:
Survived the train from hell by sticking my nose in my Kindle book and then spending the last half-hour in the bar car. You know, for medicinal purposes only.
Managed to be the first in the taxi queue, so clearly the Universe was trying to apologize for 4 hours and 45 minutes of screeching baby and stinky fellow travelers.
Got home by 5pm, found the house relatively clean and intact, except that the Olders left some stinky garbage in the trash can instead of taking it out; I could have done without that after the train from hell.
Did a load of laundry. Folded the clean dry sheets La Fille left me for the rental apartment. Food shopped for myself for the week (now how did that pint of Ben & Jerry's get into my shopping bag?)
Watched Mamma Mia on DVD for a little light mood-lifter, even if Pierce Brosnan's singing reminded me of that screeching baby. I love the "Dancing Queen" scene with all those Greek housewives tossing their aprons (and that one old lady tossing that load of firewood? Could you just die laughing?) and dancing to freedom.
Chatted with Georges on FaceTime. Hung up the wet clothes to dry. Unpacked most of the stuff in my suitcases.
Verified that I have transport tickets for the next few days. Ate something for dinner. (Not the ice cream, though.)
Set my alarm for 7:15 am (that's gonna hurt) for work tomorrow.
It's now 8:53 pm and I am officially exhausted. It's around 20 degrees (Fahrenheit) cooler in Paris than on the Côte d'Azur and I am wearing a sweater and my winter fuzzy socks. I am missing the sun and warmth already.
So I will go to sleep early and dream of this:
