It's good to be home.

Never been so enthusiastic about getting on board an airliner. Oddly, the last three flights I've been on, I haven't felt the nervousness I usually get on takeoff and landing.

I'd forgotten the feeling I get after giving blood. Rather pleasantly clear-headed. Probably an illusion, but it feels good.

Combined with being home, with my beloved, and a bit of retail therapy, I'm feeling better now.

I have Bailey's, and Glayva.

Oh, and Lee Press-on & the Nails, "Playing Dirty".

Snurk.