worst.jet.lag.ever

finally unpacked last of suitcase and it seems that all of our chargers (electronics, not large under-plate-things which we do not own) were having such a good time that they have remained abroad. All of them. For some reason power unit to computer found its way into Himself's suitcase for trip over, so it remained abroad as well. Trip to Apple store resulted in return trip to Apple store, noise level being such that helpful guy with charge machine probably didn't hear me when I recited the Roll Call of the Missing, so everything I brought home had to go back. tip for visitors to NYC: yes there is an Apple store right outside of FAO Schwarz and you should go to any of the numerous OTHER Apple stores in NYC, unless of course you have already lost your hearing. Bright side report: did not lose any shoes this trip. That I know of, brain still working shorter hours in protest of something that has not been shared with me.


So my messy snuffleupagus cold is clearing up, strange but nice weather is holding, in fact some regular spring and summer migratory birds who visit regularly from May to August seem to have turned around and come back (worrisome, that), the electronics are charged up, madly deleting as many as I can of the idiotic extras wished upon i-Things by the operating system upgrade - as Mom said when the Jolly Green Giant changed the frozen butter sauce on his frozen string beans, "Why do improvements always make things worse?" - and although still dropping off to sleep at odd and inconvenient moments, I thought a word or so explaining the radio silence from Flintstone Towers would be in order. Now you know. Regular blogging is expected to resume shortly. Get ready to drool.

xxxxx

unpacking, opening mail, catching our breath, decalage horaire

first, an explanation: the mobile Blogger app has still not been updated to work with the new iphone operating system (cute how I write that as if I know what it means), so I apologize to those who saw pictures get posted without text and then disappear. Posts about our Paris, Lyon, Mionnay and Nice/Cannes will go up in due course. I gather that the app I need, among thousands of others, awaits Apple approval of its update.

Meanwhile I'm sorting mail, wondering if everything that left with me came home with me, and hoping that the time lag pixies will be kind to me this time.  Some of the mail is downright funny, in a what were they thinking kind of way, and some, when sorted, is almost pitiful in the increasing intensity of the sender's need for me to spend money. Hey, this is not the time, at least not until the luggage is put away, the clothes are sorted, the notes are written up, the calls returned... And oh, yes, there are packages to open and things to try on and other things to stash away until it's time to wrap and send gifts. All in good time. Um, time? Meanwhile, meanwhile, meanwhile - oh, right, I was going to make some more coffee.