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.