Well, after about nineteen hours in transit, I'm back home in Zum Stollenkeller and exhausted. The Air France cabin crews are truly amazing and how they remain so pleasant is anyone's guess, but air travel sure ain't glamorous these days. I don't think I have ever been as glad to get back on the ground and walk off that big ol' jet airliner as I was this afternoon when we landed at Chicago-O'Hare.
So, after deleting more than 800 spam e-mails, sorting through three weeks of snail mail, and giving some love and attention to the Grand Ducal feline, I will have a shower, make some coffee, and head off to bed to watch Cliff Richard in Expresso Bongo from 1960 (I think). Yes, the rock&roll B-movie marathon continues! "We're all going on a summer holiday. No more worries for a week or two. . ."
Sorry, but extreme fatuigue makes one a little strange you know. But tomorrow, the Grand Duchess returns, and all will be right with the world once more!!! Look for some vacation photos here in the next few days plus some teaser shots of the Holger Eriksson cavalry and Garrison artillery crew.