At the Salt Lake Airport after 41 hours of travel.
We made it! And we are trashed for many reasons. Actually, it's only one reason. But that one reason has a way of infiltrating normalness on three entities. That reason?
Spouse developed a gut-bug around hour 7 of our trip home. By the time we reached our beloved doorstep, the total trip was 42 hours. If you do the math, that is 35 blissful hours of gut-bug growing, complete with chilly sweats and the full on Gungie Coyote. The specific origin of this gut-bug is unknown. I am blaming the salad Spouse ate the night before.
The second reason? VIRUS. Yours truly has developed a similar gut-bug. It didn't hit me until today just after I returned home from my, uh hem... run. The specific origin of my gut-bug is unknown. I was pretty meticulous about consuming only bottled water and HOT food. GAK told us not to eat any uncooked fruits or veggies and I followed his orders.
The third reason? VIRUS. The Nameless Laptop brought home a nice little Indian Style virus complete with dialogs in Hindi. I know where it came from. It was the blasted thumb drive that belonged to one of our new friends in India. I shared photos with the thumb drive. The thumb drive shared back. Pissed isn't a sufficient word to describe my feelings right now.
Spouse is working on the laptop as we speak... between trips to the loo.
On the bright side, we were greeted last night by many a welcome. Specifically, we were embraced with a welcome home sign, Christmas lights on the house, and hugs all around. My neighborhood gets the Best Neighborhood In The World award. They truly are the best. (And no we don't currently have any openings, but if you're interested, kindly send me a detailed resume and we'll see what we can do.)
As mentioned earlier, I have plenty of material from the trip, so don't go away! It must wait however, because there are a few things that are more important. Such as:
3) Staying near the bathroom
4) Sorting the mail
5) More laundry