Home Safe.

We are tired, but getting ready for bed in our very own apartment. The kitties are glad to see us, though they both keep wandering around crying, just to let us know that they are not pleased with having been left alone for a week (they were checked in on... it wasn't the cat version of Lord of the Flies.)

I think we're all glad to be home. All three of us are coming down with various degrees of ick - Jacob is the worst off. A lot of beer, a complete lack of sleep and a weird diet will do that to you, I guess. Nothing a little rest and some good old fashioned California citrus fruit can't cure. Jacob has all next week off, though Tim and I are back to work on Monday. I look forward to spending tomorrow prone, in front of my TV, watching football, and doing household chores (have to add up our spending from Scotland, which is always the least fun part of the trip!)

Cheers!