In fact, it’s fucking great to be home, for at least two reasons.
1) Solly was so excited to see us, he did an unprecedented happy dance on the couch, which went like this:
OMG, DAD’S HOME!!!! Flings self into Al’s lap for 5 seconds of extreme snuggling, then looks to see if I’m still there. Confirms that I am right where he left me at the other end of the couch, hops like a bunny across the middle cushion and flings self into my lap — OMG, MOM’S HOME!!!! — for five seconds of extreme snuggling. Then looks to see if Al’s still there…
Repeat all of the above about a dozen times. Best welcome home ever. (Keep in mind that this dog is at least 10 years old.)
2) Coming home to an altitude of 583 feet after being at nearly 7,000 was like walking out of the best yoga class ever: I suddenly felt all loosened up and loaded with energy. I kept bouncing around, going, “Holy shit, I feel like I could run a marathon!” — after a day of fucking air travel. Oxygen RULES!
Unfortunately, I got up way too early this morning and am definitely not loaded with energy at this writing, so serious posting will have to wait until after I’ve gone back to bed. For now, I just want to say hi and give big, giant thanks to Fillyjonk and Sweet Machine for all the awesome content they posted in my absence. They rule almost as hard as oxygen and happy dogs.
I’m glad you’re back Kate, it’s nice to get away every once in a while!! Fillyjonk and Sweet Machine did a wonderful job with their posts and I loved each and every one of them. I started a blog, supposedly about fat issues, but it’s turning into more of a bitching about my relationship blog, oh well, there are many issues in the world, right? Get some rest and have an awesome day!!!!
Yay for low altitude! Yay for dog snuggles! Welcome home!
Glad you’re back and breathing again!
I just had the very same experience–coming home from 9,000 feet to 800+. I know just what you mean!
I love my thin air thank you very much. :) Welcome back, and I can’t wait to hear about your trip.
SOLLY SOLLY SOLLY SOLLY SOLLY SOLLY SOLLY SOLLY SOLLY!
Solly says what I feel– but he’s a superior communicator.
Yay for all. Especially yay Solly’s little waggy tail.
welcome home!!
I’ll do a little dance too. :)
Harriet, where were you?
NameChanged, I loved your thin air, too! Well, okay, no I didn’t. But I loved New Mexico. What I didn’t love was getting tired soooooo easily, which never went away. I was spared actual barfing-type altitude sickness, but I’d apparently need more than a week to properly adjust.
Everyone else, I’m wagging my own butt to be back, and now I will post for real.
You have to tell us all about how the packing worked and how the clothes worked and how all the advice we gave you worked!