Just got back from a trip to the UK. Was there for the election that resulted in a "hung Parliament", leaving them with a bit of an uncertain road ahead.
I returned home with a box of fudge and some kind of cold or bug that may or may not be strep throat. I'm waiting to hear on the last bit. Goddamn but I hate flying now. When I was a kid, it was an exotic, interesting thing. Now I find myself in a tiny seat in coach for hours on end just praying to get the hell out of the plane. I avoid the airline food like the plague (which almost certainly saved me from stomach problems) which left me beyond hungry. The only saving grace was that international flights have a fairly good selection of movies.
I got to finally see The Wolverine (meh), Moana (excellent!), Logan (not bad), The Great Wall (terrible, but I enjoyed it nonetheless), Jupiter Ascending (wow... beautiful but horrible), and at least one or two other movies that have left no impression on my memory at all.
It's good to be home, sick or not. There's just something comforting about sleeping in one's own bed.
And it's nice to have cars driving on the right side of the road.
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