OK, it is finally starting to hit me that this is almost over. My last day has come. The shuttle is picking us up in the morning to take us to the airport. Where did the time go? What have I done here? What am I doing with my life? You can see how these questions can quickly spiral me into devastation. So those of you who were worried about me getting all my stuff back home were completely justified in doing so. My big bag weighs a whopping 30 lbs. over the limit. Luckily they will charge you $50 for an overweight bag not exceeding 100 lbs. (which is what mine weighs), so I figure I am getting the most for my overweight fee. I am also wearing a couple of layers of clothes that wouldn’t fit in my bags. Thank goodness they don’t have a weight limit for passengers. So I will be seeing all of you pretty soon. I am looking forward to it, especially CBQ. He doesn’t know what he has gotten into. He has to put up with me full-time now, as if putting up with me on the other side of the world wasn’t hard enough.

And one thing that I would like to complain about is our idiotic flight home. We are flying from Paris to Houston, TEXAS, completely passing over our final destination, extending the flight time by a couple of hours, and putting us 7 hours behind in a different time zone. Then we wait around a little while, hopefully find some Taco Bell in the airport, and get on another plane to come back to Atlanta, where we go back one time zone to finally make it to Atlanta at 10 p.m., which is actually 4 a.m. in the time zone where our bodies are adjusted. But if you have ever met the woman who scheduled this for us, you would understand how something so asinine could happen.