Facing down that pile of laundry

One and a half tubes of sunblock later, Paul and I are home from Waikiki. We made it home this afternoon about 2:30 after an overnight flight from Honolulu and a 3-hour layover in Phoenix. I can't decide if I'm exhausted (we landed in PHX at 5 a.m. Hawaii time) or raring to go (as it is now just 2:30 p.m. in Hawaii).

The cat was absolutely pissy when we got home. He was sitting on the cabinets over the refrigerator when we got home and started hissing at us when we walked in the kitchen. After about 30 minutes or so, Jub decided he was over being angry. Now, he can't sit close enough to either one of us.

It was a fabulous trip--plenty of pictures were taken that I'll share soon. Yes, we took surf lessons. And yes, we were both able to get up several times. It was a blast. That's just part of the highlights from the past 10 days.

Since we got home, I've waded through 10 days of emails, snail mail, phone messages, and am now alternately staring at the laundry and the empty refrigerator, not wanting to do anything about either one. I think we'll just prolong the vacation until tomorrow morning when I'm hopefully a lot less loopy.