So here I am in the airport hotel in Munich, my home for the next three days and nights, and I can hardly think.
It was kind of a whirlwind Memorial Day weekend. We spent the time dragging the last few waterlogged and moldering things out of the basement; demolishing some of our existing cabinetry and completing the installation of the first round of our new Ikea cabinets; and otherwise just kind of having fun. The Project is on the Us, with U2 completed shortly before I left for the airport yesterday. And now, after a quick direct flight (shout out to Lufthansa—yo, my homies), my brain is buzzing but my body is dragging dragging dragging. This is the weirdest jetlag ever.
I think a nap is in order before I head downtown. And before I destroy any more neurons trying to figure out the public transportation system.