Asleep at 8pm, up by 3:30am. I guess I’ve got to start somewhere!

It’s so good to be home. I think that, for a homebody like me, a sizable chunk of the joy of travelling is coming home and revelling in the familiar environmental skin. Ahh: Madison Market right next door. Ahh: my mail in its box. Ahh: the rats bruxing with delight. Ahh: my houseplants, a little dry, but no worse for the wear.

Ahhhhh. Home. [And Andreas made it back at exactly 4:30am. Super ahhh....]