We're home. We pulled into the driveway last night, and I think we were both asleep within 15 minutes of walking through the door. Now, while Husband is at work, I am trudging through the tasks of settling in—unpacking, doing laundry, getting the cats from the boarder, getting the mail from the post office, dropping a load off at the dry cleaners, emptying the fridge and going to the store in order to fill it up again. And through all of it, I'm sneezing and coughing a painful cough feeling slightly ragged.
I'm glad to be home, but wasn't it just a couple of days ago that we were world travelers? Wasn't it just a couple of days ago that we were in Europe? The ship docked in Southampton early Saturday morning, and by 11:00ish, we checked into the Hilton at Heathrow. Not wanting to hang around the airport all day, we took the train into Central London. We went straight to the half-price ticket booth at Leicester Square and got tickets to a matinee performance of Chicago. We had lunch, walked to the theater, did a little shopping, saw the show.
We spent the afternoon in London just because we could and then took the train back to the hotel. Then after traveling all day yesterday, we're back home. The cats are happy and healthy, and it's time to get back to the usual routine, time to make dinner instead of having it served to us, time to pay attention to the clock instead of having no idea what time it is or even what day, time to stop being world travelers.
Just for one last taste, though, here is a short video of the Atlantic as seen from deck 2 on the Queen Mary 2. There was an ocean swell that caused the ship to pitch in a rhythmic way and to creak and rattle with the waves.