Red-eye flights are hard on the system. We left Alaska last night around midnight and landed here in Denver at 6:30 this morning, giving me about 4 hours of very light sleep. I managed to stay awake until around 11, catching up on email and admiring the voluptuous September fashion magazines, and then just completely crashed. Put on my pajamas and went to sleep in the guest bedroom until about 3, when Brad finally succumbed and came to sleep, too. Now we’re awake, but not very energetic. Brad’s theory is that he likes red-eyes because he doesn’t want to "lose" a day in airports/airplanes. I understand what he’s saying, but I just lost a day to that strange altered state called exhaustion. Definitely don’t know how parents of newborns survive. I could see my driving skills decline remarkably with fatigue after just one night of this nonsense. As we drove through the park this morning on our way home I noticed that I was driving about 10 m.p.h., which isn’t even over the speed limit. Definitely not my usual way..
It is hot here, and dry, and a little bit brown; but the sunshine is wonderful and the endlessly blue sky is a relief after a lot of clouds in Homer. Our house and landscaping are beautiful, the dogs are big and hairy and happy, the piles of mail and magazines beckon alluringly.
It’s good to be home.
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