For me the day began in the air between Los Angeles and Wilmington. This was the first time I took the red-eye home from the West Coast. Knowing my penchant for not being able to sleep on airplanes, I was prepared for a miserable night. But I was going to give it my best shot. So I read a little, played a couple of games of Rummikub on my iPad, put in earplugs, donned my mask, and pulled the thin airline blanket over myself. I tried to get comfortable by turning this way and that. I must have dozed somewhere over Arizona...for a half hour. I repeated this over and over across the country, arriving in Charlotte feeling hung over. By the time I arrived in Wilmington I barely made it into the waiting arms of my Sweetie. All I wanted to do was crawl into bed after a bite of breakfast. The bed never felt so good. I think that this will be my last red-eye.
After a few hours of sleep, I was ready to begin the sibling reunion.
It has been a day of reminiscing, laughing, and eating. It is interesting to see how our memories of the same event are so different. There is no way of knowing who has the real story.
And tomorrow will bring more.
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