Jet Lagged

Last week Adam, Morwin and I all traveled to Carlsbad, California, for my yearly physical therapy update.  While the trip itself was awesome, being away mostly serves as a reminder of how much we'd rather just be at the farm.  Particularly when the return trip involves a two hour holding pattern in turbulence over Chicago, a canceled flight, a rebooked flight that doesn't leave for two days, screaming children, rescheduled flights that don't leave on time, a whole new airport not on the itinerary, lost luggage and a best friend willing to drive us three hours home after getting off work at 10pm.  We may never leave home again. 

We did finally make it back late last night and today are recovering from traveling for 24 hours straight with brief periods of productivity (do the dishes!  wash all the clothes!) and long naps.  Adam's trying to get caught up on mowing the lawn, which is now high enough to lose Thora in- and that was with Adam's dad being awesome and mowing for us while we were away.  We still don't have baby chicks, but someone has been keeping the nest warm so we have hope.  Adam's mom and dad were nice enough to keep Charlie and Ed on their farm for the week, and even weaned them off the bottles for us! 

However, the strangest part of the homecoming was this morning when Adam, a little bleary and not nearly caffeinated enough (no milk for coffee, ugh) peered out the window to find one of our roosters was loose and riding a turtle across our driveway. 

We may need some more sleep.

I would have taken a picture, but the camera is still in the suitcase that has not yet made its way home.