Comin' Back is Always Rough

The worst part of the trip for me is always coming home. Not because of the jetlag and the laundry and that stuff but actually leaving wherever we are. The nice flight attendant was asking us if we were excited to come back home and that she found that she has never been anywhere that she wasn't ready to come home. I just agreed with her because she was super sweet and I didn't have the heart, or energy to tell her otherwise :o) Our flight home was uneventful and shorter then the one over. To get there we were in the air for 13+ hours. On the way back, the flight only took 10+ hours. You could tell it was faster too. We were up for 25.5 hours with just little plane naps in between which don't really count. 30 minute nap here, 20 minute nap there. Needless to say, we were exhuasted when we landed and forced ourselves to stay up. Michael went to work to do a couple things for a project, I came home and decided to go to Tai Chi to get some blood flowing back through my system. Turned out not to be the smartest idea because at the begining of class while we were doing our breathing excersizes I started to get a little vertigo going on and it continued for the rest of the hour. So that was interesting. Michael met me up at the Spring Creek branch of TI (where we go to the gym) right after he left work and made it there right when class was over. We hopped in the car, swung by the grocery store for milk, bananas, bread and deli meat, came home, got ready for bed and crawled under the covers. I think we did pretty good staying up till 5:30. We slept good and woke up this morning at 4:00. Looks like we will get over our jet lag easier here then we did when we got to Tokyo. YEA!! Today and tomorrow we are getting things ready to leave again to head to St. Louis. It's like a big layover where we can do lots of laundry. So we are going to be busy