sunday afternoon at home

It always blows my mind that when traveling by air, you can be in one place in the morning, and on the other side of the country a few hours later. I woke up in Atlanta yesterday, but after a four hour flight, a two and a half hour layover, another one hour flight, and an hour and a half drive home, I was back in my bed in the Utah desert. Weird.

I wanted to be productive today… go to yoga, maybe clean the house, but after a full day of travel, I was not up for any of it… especially considering I spent all day Thursday traveling out to Atlanta (it was a very quick trip). So I puttered unproductively around the house, ran some errands, and then found myself bored again at home. That’s when my animals come in handy. My household loves each other and provides endless hilarity.