and then i was home

I really don't know how I am still awake after what was far less than an incredible journey coming from the Black Hole of Toronto Pearson to Londontown (BABIES! SCREAMING BABIES! Seriously, all individuals under the age of three should be sedated in order to be allowed on board an aircraft containing people who are not related to said small persons. I almost went insane despite my ability to sprawl across two seats) but here I sit, back on my couch, dedicated over the last hour to putting the recent wedding photos online! See how great the couple looked at www.myrz-pics.smugmug.com! Under "weddings" of course.

I am forever in gratitude to the hero of the day that that rescued me from the crusade of carting my over-abundant (150 pounds...sweet ONION chutney...) luggage from the depths of Schiphol to 26 Hendrik van Deventerstraat. H, in the shape I was in I think I just would have given up and curled up on one of the red and white checkered benches leaving my bags to be pillaged by the masses. Muitos, muitos MUITOS obrigados times like a BAJILLION. It is by no means a reflection of the company at hand but I barely remember the ride home.

There were a few casualties lost along the way; a funky beer glass in orange and green stripes, and my beloved black wooden "M" (literally, just the letter "M"!) that used to adorn my wall back in my swingin' Winnipeg flat was crushed by the sheer force of les objets d'art piled on top. I loved that "M". Maybe some fancy glue-work will mend my broken "M". But how can you mend a broken "M"? OH GOD I'm either suffering the ill effects of jet-lagged dementia or I'm channeling the Bee Gees. Maybe it's just jive talkin'...or night fever... okay ENOUGH Myr. At least my clock and some photos made it.

I have full hope in myself that that I will be up and at 'em for Tae Bo then a full day of work tomorrow...am I a dreamer? Probably. All I know is that only 3 mornings this week lend themselves well to the partaking of the Tae Bo and GOD KNOWS I need to be as svelte as possible this week-end; a Portuguese wedding awaits my presence and this is a perfect opportunity to take fate on a roadtest.

I really gotta go to bed...I think I'm going blind...and one not need bags under the eyes either.