I can not express how good it felt to finally sleep in my own bed.  It was so good that I convinced my husband to stay in bed all day Sunday.  We have never done that, unless we were on vacation (these recent trips have so not been vacation) and it felt so decadent, the little things. We watched movies, ate chocolate for lunch and watched more movies. It was blissful. I have been plagued with allergies this last week, so I was due for a day of bed rest. I don’t think it helped one bit when we were in Georgia it was the the worse pollen ridden day in history (parked cars were yellow with pollen dust, or whatever it is they call it). I thought I would die, no joke. My head felt like it was going to implode, I had blown my nose so much I had callouses on my nostrils, my eyes were practically swollen shut and breathing was out of the question. I was in a bad way. The allergies didn’t let up when we landed in the City of Angels, in fact the added pollution may have exacerbated them even more. So if you were wondering if being in bed all Sunday was code for something else I can assure you it was not (besides this is a G rated blog).  Have a happy Monday!

P.S. These photographs were taken early morning after sunrise on the airplane. The woman next to me asked me if I minded putting the shade down. I am usually very polite, but yes, I did mind. If you see light like this you have to pretend you don’t understand what language your seat mate is speaking when they spout such crazy talk. Trust me I am never up near sunrise and certainly don’t often have the opportunity to capture beautiful soft golden sunlight reflecting off of billowy white clouds, creating the most gorgeous pink light you ever did see. In those situations, feel free to be a little selfish, the light is fleeting so ignoring the request for a wee bit is just fine.