I don’t know what made me think I could fly in late last night on an international flight and be at work at 7 AM the next morning. Bad, bad idea. I just want to be at home unpacking, scanning and uploading photos, giving Harlow a bath (she looks like a homeless dog!), seeing my cousin who is visiting and reading through the 657 items I have on Google Reader and you know, pretending like I’m still in England.
I had SUCH a fantastic time.
Last night I was sitting at LAX last night wondering how traffic and smog can be so comforting when I fly into London and so obnoxious when I’m in Los Angeles. Honestly though, when I got into Heathrow and smelled the exhaust fumes and cigarette smoke and the sooty air it was sort of nice.
Photos to come soon!