Arrived home tonight at 9:30 after a 5 1/2 hour flight from Glasgow to Halifax and a 3 1/2 hour drive Halifax to Charlottetown. I'm pretty much wasted.
The house-sitter took good care of the pets, but the yard is (from what I could see n the semi-darkness) a disaster, the mail is stacked up hip high, it took me 12 minutes to sift through the archived phone messages, and the hot tub was essentially algae soup. So, tomorrow might not be the best day to expect me to blog extensively. Just so you know.
The trip was ... well, pretty amazing. I'm tempted to blog the whole damn thing, assuming there are no protests to the contrary, and I definitely will run a Self Portrait contest in the next week or so to test your knowledge of Notable World Landmarks Nils Embarrassed Himself and His Daughters By Taking His Own Picture In Front of Them Even Though Total Strangers Offered To Take The Picture For Him. Stay tuned for your opportunity to win a valuable prize, assuming you're willing to re-adjust your definition of "valuable".
In the meantime, it's 11 PM Atlantic Time, which makes it ... I don't know, almost sunrise in Glasgow where I started the day. So, a smart man would head off to bed.
Not sure just what I'll do ...