(Thursday, Oct. 1, San Anselmo) An hour before we landed, High (as in high up in the sky) Tea (sandwiches without crusts, scones with clotted cream) was served aboard our flight. We grabbed our bags after landing, had 78 people look at our customs declaration (full employment, economic stimulus, why so many Indians and no Chiefs on this job?), had our shoes cleaned (exposure to sheep and cow poop at Reutte got us this "Mad Cow/Ovine" disease prevention service from our Federal Gov't), jumped on the Marin Airporter, got a ride home from Larkspur in Ellanor's Taxi, rescuing Scout, our cat, from Cat Jail on the way, and arrived home at 5 pm PDT (1 am, London time).
The Post Office delivered all of our held mail, 99% of it being catalogs, sales promotion flyers, bills, and assorted junk mail. We've unpacked and will soon dine on soup from Ellanor the Taxi Driver, then hit the sack. United Airlines delivered our bags, now it just has to fly in our brains from London so we can get our body clocks re-set to Pacific Time.
