Clock says 8:59 am, body says it's 5:59 am

I didn't get any sleep on the plane. I just can't. It's probably the constant white noise. And the not being able to get comfortable. And the crying baby two seats ahead and to the right.

I am writing this from - drumroll - my Dad's laptop. (Laptop? Who are you and what have you done to my father?) In New Jersey. Reeling only slightly from how lush the trees on Queen Anne Road are this time of year,

I am going to finish my proper Jewish pumpernickel bagel with shmear and my decaf green tea and then I am going to try to have a nap.