I am more or less back in Sofia.  I am here. My things are here.  But my head seems somewhere else. Man or man, I am tired, my face is dry, I've got a lot of unpacking to do and I should probably think about making dinner--because for some strange reason my tummy is grumbling.

Well maybe it's not so strange that my tummy is grumbling.  When I woke up this morning I wasn't hungry (and anyway, after two weeks away from Sofia I didn't have any groceries in my fridge). When I got to school, I planned on having a large coffee and a muffin.  Only, we didn't have power this morning.  Luckily we had heat and my classroom has windows but by 9am I after only a few hours of sleep last night I was dying for a coffee.  By the time lunch rolled around I was hungry.  I ate a little bit but I was more tired that hungry. Now I am a hungry-mungry. Oh, jet-lag.<!--more-->

After school I stopped by the grocery store for a few things.  Now at least I've got some fruit and veggies in my fridge.  Then I stopped by the shop downstairs for some new face cream.  How one airplane ride can dry out my face this fast is beyond me but I hope that my new lotion does the trick.

When I got home, I looked at my apartment and thought: someone broke in. Then I realized that my suitcase had just exploded all over my apartment.  I thought about trying to put some of my things away but that seemed like too much work.  So I didn't. That happens sometimes.

So here I am writing this post, drinking a big glass of water and trying to get myself geared up to make some dinner.  I am contemplating a cheese sandwich with sautéed mushrooms.  Maybe I'll also eat some kiwis (the fruit not the bird) rather maybe I should say eat a couple of kiwi.

What I know for sure is that it's going to be an early night.  After dinner I am going to curl up with my new kindle.  I doubt I'll be able to read more than a chapter before I fall asleep.