There's nothing better than getting off a plane, after traveling for 10+ hours, when you've been achy and sore and coughing and miserable because you are sick, and are deciding that a cab home is so much better than BRT as you fight the crowd, than seeing the one you love, holding a sign that says "The woman of my dreams."
I'm home. I'm sick. I'm with my cats. I'm with my sweetie. (And he's even making me lunch. w00t!)
