You may be flat, but you're my sweet home Chicago

Despite the best efforts of the striking French to bugger up our return flight, we arrived yesterday on time and safe and sound. Or is that safely and soundly? Does the safety and soundness describe our return or our state of being? Hmm.

As you may tell from the above inner monologue, I am a bit jet lagged and operating on a mega sleep deficit. Until I can replenish the slumber treasury the knowledge of our safety of body, soundness of mind and goodness of time must suffice. Oh, and Yelena is well, asleep and remains the epitome of baby sweetness.

Tony is a bit ahead of me on the vacation encapsulation: you can read his version of events as he posts here.