[picture taken while waiting for the taxi to arrive]
An extremely uneventful flight to Cincinnati from Denver. It takes a journey back home for us to encounter snow. The fluffy snow in the driveway makes me cold by default, even though the house is at its usual comfortable temperature.
The animals were overjoyed to see us: Sophie almost exploded with barking and excitement. Satchel meowed enough to get me to finally give him some food, even though I told him that it was not Cat Snack Time. His training is strong: every time a human enters the house through the front door, Satchel is supposed to get fed. He has no problem with any of the internal logic, or external logic, of this.
Even though I can’t use it for its main purpose, my iPhone has gotten much use here in London for its picture-taking capabilities. [Aside -- it can also be used to play Angry Birds with on the Underground, but that wasn't me -- that was the guy sitting next to me. Honest!]
As you may have noticed — or not, seeing as you’re not here, I think — I have fled the joyous confines of Cincinnati and am now nestled in a nice, fluffy hotel room in London. It even seems to be reasonably close to the British Museum. Closer than Cincinnati at least.
And I arrived just in time for the classic British autumn weather as well. Which means there was not much walking around the town done by me this afternoon due to persistent rain. Clouds etc. littering up the sky. Tragically hip youth littering up the hotel lobby.
There’s actually not that much scorn in my voice as I write about these tragically hip youth because I find them so fascinating to watch. It’s like living in the zoo. I don’t think I can sneak up on them with the camera in my iPhone, though. I think they know how those things work.
So here we are in the middle of Kansas, in June when it’s a green place, and not an endless expanse of brown, cold fields. It makes a change in the traveling attitudes: no existential scream begging to be torn from my chest makes me a much happier passenger.
One thing I’m noticing: there are trees in Kansas! I think that when we drove from Colorado to Ohio a couple of Decembers ago, we were too cold and bored to notice that fact. Also, the leaves on the trees makes them a tad more noticeable. In winter, all of the brown stuff merges together in the landscape.
Silly travel pictures will be taken eventually, and probably posted.