It's hard to call it home yet.

Flight was all right. Food wasn't bad, for once. But I ate pop tarts instead of the offered breakfasts. Watched King Arthur. Didn't care to see any of the other in-flight movies. Played a lot of solitaire. Slept some. We got in at like six in the morning. Spent the whole day feeling like it should be later than it was.
The weather is nice. It's windy but it's not cold wind. I'm finding this a hard concept to adjust to since the winds in Washington were definitely cold. I just might be a little overdressed for a little bit. Everyone here seems to think it's not warm enough yet. *rolls eyes* They know nothing.
My brother has over $60 in change.
I need a mobile phone. I feel like part of the Megatokyo world because of that.
I had forgotten what our old cats looked like. Pearl is smaller and a paler gray than I remembered. Yoda is still pretty and stuff. It was funny that Buddy (Dad's poodle) didn't recognize me until I spoke. Otherwise I was just some stranger that showed up with Dad. Hehe.
Saw the flat I'll be staying at. Raided my brother's CDs.
I started telling him about how once driving home with Little Hen we'd been listening to the radio and heard this British guy rapping. We found it really weird and then absolutely hilarious when this guy went, "Once bitten forever smitten." That was the only thing I remembered about it.
It was more than enough for him to know exactly what song it was and who by. Turns out I've got another of his songs on a CD Iain made me. The Streets. Not nearly so bad then. Hehe.
Watched netball last night, and now rugby is on.
Can't believe I managed to time coming online right enough to catch Celien online. Go me!
Sorry if I'm a little incoherent. I'll stop now.

Fin.