Heathrow, Terminal 5

I don't think I've truly felt the phrase, "It feels like I never left," but that's exactly how it's feelin' now. I landed at Heathrow after a remarkably short flight (just under six hours!)--and it could be the fatigue, but it feels like I was here just weeks ago or like Boston and London are almost exchangeable in my mind since I've been back and forth between them so often in three years.

I got to watch the sunrise from here, through the airport's enormous windows, while BBC News played on a nearby TV (including the signature beepy-sound intro music, which is oddly comforting). I'm only here for another hour or so, since I'm taking a connecting flight to Geneva for our ten-day holiday, but I just wanted to let you know that I feel so satisfied in being back here right now. I'm sure there will be some challenges in the months ahead, but I'm quite calm about it at the moment and ready to take them all on with a level head.

The flight was also made shorter because of my "neighbor," a very chatty English man who had three drinks with dinner and was slurring his "ch" sounds a lot. He asked me, "WHY aren't you drinking? It's all FREE!" To which I just had to say, "Americans are naturally drunk, so there's no need." In the meantime I watched episodes of Dexter, The Mighty Boosh, and Flight of the Conchords--and saw a whole video highlighting the best Premiere League (soccer/football) goals of the 2007-2008 season, so woot, I'm all caught up. (I'm really gunning, pun intended, to see a live Arsenal match this time around.)

Before I sign out, A GREAT JOKE FOR YOU:
Q: What's the opposite of Christopher Reeve?
A: Christopher WALKEN.