Home sweet ungh.

[sistawendy]

When I was halfway through security at Heathrow, I remembered that I walked out with the key to my AirBnB, despite being reminded not to twice. I spent much of the near-empty flight home beating myself up about it. A couple of hours after I got back to my place, I walked up the hill to Sip & Ship – Viva Phinney Ridge! – and paid an eye-watering amount to express mail that key back.

At least Seattle had the decency to greet me with a beautiful, sunny day and a view of Mt. Rainier. I'm unpacked, and I just heard my load of wash finish.

I'm taking the day off to deal with jet lag and errands. I slept from 1800-0030 last night, and 0500-0700 this morning. I'm hoping to make it to 21000 before completely fading.

I've already started making plans for my return to London. And I have ordered an electric kettle.

Comments

[maellenkleth]

I remain ever so surprised that Yanks don't have electric kettles. They are certainly standard-issue on our side of the Smith and Wesson Line.

(Boiling the kettle now, to fill the Thermos bottles so as to have nice cups of tea despite the incoming typhoon and inevitable loss of Hydro supply).

[sistawendy]

You said the magic word: tea. There’s not a critical mass of tea drinkers down here, even if you include lesbians.