Am home finally. It is approximately 3am here, Saturday morning. Feels weird being so wired in the midlle of the night. The plane ride was horrible. I could not sleep nor could I eat. Tried reading and just listening to some music, but found myself getting increasingly annoyed with being stuck in a teeny tiny corner. Claustrophobia I suppose.
I did however see Lilo and Stitch while trying to amuse myself. Not bad, to be honest and it made me cry too. The best thing about animation is that there are no limits to the plot. Stitch is some animal/ machine from some galactic planet somewhere and Lilo's social worker turns out to be an ex CIA agent who used to work on Roswell. It was so ridiculous and out of this world that only Disney could pull that off, and they did.
I had dreams of Hobbits and dark horses when I did manage to fall asleep on the second leg of the trip. Yes, I am reading Lord of the Rings. I haven't attempted to read sci-fi or fantasy since I was twelve. I suppose 26 is a good time to start again. Must be very patient when reading fantasy cos every detail counts. I am a speed reader generally speaking. I've been doing that ever since I have been bombarded with reading multiple books a week since college. So Tolkien is really a challenge for me. To enjoy the details and savor the nitty gritties so to speak, rather than flying through the pages.
Home is wonderful with all the christmas decorations. There was a package awaiting my arrival. My second christmas gift turned out to be a beautiful cashmere pashmina. This is rather nice. In fact, very very nice indeed. Thank you pups :) You know who you are. Love you much.