You would think that after flying 24+ hours through God knows how many time zones to get from India back to San Francisco, Michael and I would nap all day.

Nope, not us. We got in around 10 a.m. Tuesday morning. 10 a.m. San Francisco time is really 10:30 p.m. India time.

Dad picked us up and took us shopping at Costco – fine, I needed to pick up some grocery basics in bulk anyway.

Then I did all our dirty laundry (3 loads) at my parents’ house.

Then we drove us, plus clean laundry, plus three suitcases filled with souvenirs, plus the kitties and their equipment, plus two plants (still alive), back to the apartment.

Unpacked.

Went to post office and got two giant loads of mail backed up from the three weeks we weren’t here.

At 6 p.m., Will came by and picked us up to go to a dinner party in Half Moon Bay, 45 minutes away. Yea, seriously, a dinner party. It’s Will’s last day up in the Bay Area before he goes down to Camp Pendleton in San Diego and mans his officer command station or something like that. We went, we ate, drank, laughed, and had the best homemade white cake with coconut bruleed topping and vanilla bean ice cream dessert ever. Thank you Chelsea and Ryan.

No naps. Naps are for people with no steel in their spines.

It’s time for bed though. It’s way past time for bed now.

I love being home.

xoxo,

Jenn