Back in the USSA

After 21 not so long months I find myself back in the Not-so-United-States (which can’t even make their own laws anymore without the feds busting asses) of-Dissary. Oh I mean America.

I don’t mean to sound so jaded, but it’s barely 7.30 in the morning and I can’t sleep due to jetlag. 

Yesterday when I really could have just slept into the late morning, both Debbie and I were made to get up and help my parents do the annual leaf clearing mission. Yes they’re my parents and yes it was good to get some exercise and take in some crisp air, and yes we did all feel a great sense of achievement in a battle of man against nature - but for the love of god, I had been up for 24 hours the day before traveling AND this is meant to be a holiday. I don’t really mind though, and we did get to go out for Mexican dinner in the evening (even if I felt the ‘authentic’ enchilada panchita was not a patch on my own anglo version - far too greasy and not enough fresh Cilantro (see I’m in America now). Ok I’m tired grumpy and a snob. but at least I know it.