This is, literally, the first time I've had access to the internet since I left the desert 2 weeks ago. It's not like I was sitting in a tropical paradise, enjoying the spoils of the land, the beach, and the leisurely pace all while purposely ignoring my responsibilities to provide juicy insights into my life. Don't get me wrong, I WAS sitting in a tropical paradise and I WAS enjoying the spoils of the land, frequenting the beach everyday and delighting in the leisurely pace. I drank in my new-again freedoms: hair free, flaunting my white body for all to see (or shield their eyes from), and eating bacon every morning for breakfast. I also read 3 whole books. From start to finish! It was lovely.

I thought of my blog often, and I have several posts written in my mind. I just need to get home to my computer, dump the photos from my camera, and get on top of updating again.

At the moment, we are in a lounge at the airport in Malaysia. The time is 2:20 a.m. I have had 3 cups of coffee. Charlie is passed out on a couple of chairs that we pushed together. Lola, hopefully, has also joined him in blissful slumber. She'd better be sleeping since she pilfered away my towel that was keeping me warm. I'm freaking freezing!

Our next flight should be boarding in about an hour and the flight will last for many hours. Then we get to stay in the next airport for TEN hours! Can we say, "What a great end to a wonderful trip?" Anyone?

Not likely. And I can't feel my fingers.