Recovery's a bitch sometimes..

My return trip from the United Arab Emirates was expected to take about 22 hours. It ended up taking 75, due to the ripple effects of bad weather.

Instead of Abu Dhabi->Dublin->JFK, a quick shuttle ride, then LGW-Palm Beach, I ended up overnighting in Dublin, then was routed through London then Chicago where I spent another night before catching a flight home on one of the few non-cancelled flights that morning. Oh, and all of this was with a tweaked back/neck severely limiting my ability to turn my head very far.

The high point of my extended return journey is that they didn't lose my luggage -- on the way to the UAE, my bags decided to take a vacation in Paris without me.

I returned Sunday afternoon. Monday morning I was at work, before leaving after lunch when the jet lag caught up with me. Tuesday, I came down with a fever. Tonight, the fever finally broke, but not before imparting some heart-wrenching dreams of emotional clarity.

But I digress. It wasn't a bad fever as far as they go (I think I only peaked at 99.8F) but when combined with the head cold it pretty much had me bedridden due to the whole room-tilting thing.

Both of my cats slept on me nearly the whole time, staying put despite my tossing and turning. For those that don't know my cats, they are not snugglers, nor do they like to sleep near each other. They only do this sort of thing only happens when I am truly ill; afterwards they revert to their usual indifferent selves.

Meanwhile, as I write this, my place is under a flash flood warning; 7-10 inches of rain have fallen already in my area, with another 2-4 inches expected within the next two hours. I want to let it just wash this all away.. so I can finally get my first decent night's sleep in two weeks.

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