Home, sort of...

After a sleepless flight day, I returned home and somehow managed to sleep the night through and adjust back to my own time zone immediately. No time to unpack since the way these things go, I went right into a week of work meetings and local hotel life. So the suitcases were left in an exploded looking state, the dust ignored (how does the house get so dirty when no one is there?) and I haven't glanced at the week damage in the back yard yet.  That means Saturday is becoming clean house, pull weeds, movie (John Carter), and St. Patrick's Day all crammed into a single 24 hour event.  If I think to much about it all my head might spin exorcist style. Instead, this cup of coffee is looking good. Happy Pi day.