wooden shoes and windmills

The longest Tuesday of my life is finally over. It started at 5am when I rose (after only a little more than an hour of sleep) to shower, grab coffee and settle in for the 2 hour drive to Brussels where I was due to catch the 10.10 flight to NY - 22 hours later I was home. With the nine-hour time difference between Eindhoven and OC I had to keep asking myself: "Is it really STILL Tuesday?"

So now, here I am. Home. It's the best feeling.