Home...

Well, I am, at least - Moira and Ray stayed on Muir, although Moira insisted I take her plane home rather than a commercial flight. Apparently she didn't want to "undo all the good of the vacation or inflict you on poor innocent airline passengers, Nathan". I think she thought she was being funny.

Santorini was beautiful. My redheads didn't particularly want to leave. I seem to have spent the bulk of the time napping by the pool, though. I appear to have acquired a tan. I haven't had one of those for a while.

Did I mention that Moira packed, for the vacation? And neglected to include my laptop? Or my cell phone? And hid her phone, the whole week we were there? Extreme measures, I tell you...