MoBob arrived safely on Saturday afternoon, along with passengers from Beijing and Paris. I felt like we were in the opening and closing sequences of "Love, Actually," filmed at Dulles instead of Heathrow arrivals. No problems with his sparkly new American passport. Now our home is in its usual state of semi-disorder. I knew MB was feeling fine when he set up the new TV first, and then unpacked while watching the Seahawks beat the Saints.
After a quiet holiday week, work has racheted up exponentially. I haven't firmed up my travel plans yet, but the next couple of months are shaping up thusly:
And MB will probably start traveling soon as well.