I caught a glimpse of myself in the ladies room at the Oakland Airport yesterday afternoon and thought, "Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my mug shot."
And it would not have been of Paris Hilton quality, as Anissa suggested after I twittered it... I definitely looked Nick Nolte-esque.
Touched down in Burbank just before 4:00 p.m. and was shocked to be greeted with temperatures in the mid-80's -- not the unbearable July furnace heat I'd been expecting. In fact, the warmth felt GOOD after chilly San Francisco. I could be very happy living here if it would only stay that exact temperature all year round.
Also surprising was the state of the house when I walked in the door: It was CLEAN (much nicer than the way I'd left it). No dishes in the sink. No clutter anywhere. (Of course, I am the one responsible for the usual mess on all our surfaces). And when I told my husband how very tired I was (was truly afraid of falling asleep at the wheel on the drive home from the airport), he made a Starbucks run.
He also cooked dinner - AND washed the dishes. (Can you say "miracle"?)
I definitely think my family was happy to have me back home.
Of course, he didn't have a lot of choice in the matter, because despite the extra shot of caffeine, all I was able to do last night was sink onto the couch and be a vegetable. Before going to BlogHer, I'd opined that my 50-something body would not be able to handle all the parties, and I thought I would be my usual sensible self and turn in early each night. Instead, I had to tiptoe into my guest room so I wouldn't wake up my roomies, as I didn't finish partying each night until after 1:00 a.m.
Lack of sleep and the after-effect of too much alcohol made my dry eye syndrome kick into uncomfortable high gear, which didn't help me get to sleep any earlier last night.
I'm moving very slowly today. I think I have one more BlogHer post in me -- but it must wait until I get my energy back. Those of you who are sick of hearing about BlogHer will just have to bear with that.
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