I was on my way home, on schedule, ticking off my to-do list, making great time, everything was fine, until I found.....
So that set me back several hours, going to the vet and getting supplies and giving her medicine and a bath and... etcetera. I made the trip up to Taoyuan to my friend's house, where we had some nibbles and some sips, and then it was two hours until I needed to wake up, so we bedded down and I dozed while her cats went crazy all around us.
In the Taipei airport I bought a few treats at the duty-free to share with people when I got home. On the first flight I kinda dozed for about an hour on and off.
Free wi-fi was too awesome to sleep through, so no sleep in Tokyo.
Then on the loooong flight across the Atlantic I kinda lost it. I was trying to figure out how the time changes worked and could only figure it had to be because we were traveling with the day, staying in the sunlight of the day the whole time and I watched a movie about time travel and looked out the window and it was dark and I was going crazy about how time wasn't even real and maybe I could manipulate it and...
I just wanted to nap.
When I landed, my sister met me at baggage by pinching my butt. I'm not sure why but my butt had been some kind of magnet the whole trip where people were bumping into it and hitting it and I was like WHAT but when I spun around it was her. When I hugged my daddy for the first time in so long we both cried. Headed down to Beale Street Blues City Cafe for a bunch of tamales and chili and marinated salad and porterhouse steaks and steak fries and beans and slaw and and and and hugs and my aunt and uncle and my cousins' kids and it was great.
I am prescribed Xanax for my anxiety and I'm to take a half a pill each morning and evening. That evening I looked at the pill and thought, what if I didn't break this one in half? I was still in my haze the next morning when my father came to knock on my door and said, your friend Christopher is here. What? Christopher. I'm trying to swim through the medicine to being aware. Come outside, he says. As I'm coming around the corner it hits me and I say, "With a K?" And there he was, my beloved long time friend from Virginia, who'd just finished a conference in Atlanta and had driven west for hugs.
The torta was so amazing.
We thought we'd take a little food coma nap after our late lunch and we ended up sleeping until 1:30AM, at which point we decided it would be better to sleep on until morning and be on the right schedule than wake up and have fun etc.