Home again, jiggety jig.

I'm tired, I'm home, I'm covered in cat hair all over my black skirt.  I'm here tonight and tomorrow and then it's another airport.  Is my talk done?  No.  Do I remember what I promised to talk about?  No.  I can look it up on the airplane, can't I?  So I have laundry, two more fruit trees to thin, and the rest of the garden to dig up.  I'll actually have a week and a half at home to do the latter before I take off AGAIN.  Sigh.  Makes me tired to think of it.