home...

physically.

We got home around 2:15 a.m. Skip, who slept 8 of the 9.5 hours from Moscow to New York, had insomnia, and didn't couldn't sleep. He, and Sabaka, who was beside himself when he saw me walk through the door, ended up in bed with us (not exactly the first night in my bed I was looking forward to) and didn't get to sleep til after 4. In desperation for some sleep, I even told him he could watch Sponge Bob! Anyone who knows me will be gasping over that news! Anyway, he slept about 6 then was wide awake. Ugh. Mike got up with him around 7 and I slept til 9. Today I am useless. My mind is mush, my body is really ticked off at me, and I can't seem to do anything. My house looks like a hurricane hit, which normally makes me crazy, but I am totally unmotivated to do anything about it. Maybe tomorrow...or not...

I am struck by how much color is around here. The trees, the leaves on the ground, the houses...THIS is so different than the bleak, dreary colored buildings and evergreen trees that surround the city. There is NO color!

We napped this afternoon, and found it hard to make Skip get up - but I don't want him to be up all night again, so we forced him up...Mike took him out for a haircut - partly because they both needed one, and artly because I knew getting him outside would wake him up. It worked...

I find myself wondering what Harry is doing, and if he is asking for us... Well one thing is for sure, we're thinking about HIM and hope to be back there with him in a few short weeks. Well, my heart wants to be there, not so sure my body is liking that thought, but.......