Ross and I arrived in snowy Chicago yesterday afternoon after an uneventful, if exhausting flight—thanks for all the well-wishes! I know you won’t believe me when I tell you that immediately after reaching our apartment yesterday evening we unpacked our bags and put everything away, walked out to the grocery store to get a few things, and returned to cook ourselves a hot meal (choleh with spinach and brown rice). But heck, at least we didn’t make it to the gym this morning like we’d hoped to, so we must not be quite that superhuman after all.

We did wake up, pretty much simultaneously, at 4:30am last night, and had a funny little nocturnal interlude in which we drank hot chocolate, danced to Feist’s latest album, and watched an episode of Hunter Hunter before falling back asleep till 10:20. The rest of the day was lovely and lazy; we ran a couple of errands, cooked another meal, and I carefully read and reread two wonderful long letters from Hal and Peter, both of whom wrote to me while we were in Singapore. There’s little that’s more delightful than coming home to a month’s worth of accumulated mail.

This evening, though, I am back at work and feverishly planning a way to squirm off that horrible hook for my next escape.