Headed home. Typing w/ my thumb. Totally squished. Have already used the line "hey, I don’t get any smaller". Up early. Can’t sleep. Ipod at home. No room to knit without poking my seatmate (and he got here first).
It’s a 5 hour trip on the express bus and I’m working really hard not to think of all the cool destinations a 5 hour investment in plane travel could take me. At least I have my cell phone to keep me warm.
I love traveling.