home

The stitches came out well. The doctor seemed pleased with how the incision is healing. We'll see. I know he had to take out a large-ish chunk of flesh, and that he did his best to patch it up well. That's all I can ask.

My solo trip home also went well. I found my way through the sky train system (like a subway, only above the streets) to the airport, and then found my way through the airport to the right gate. Onto the right plane. To the right country. To my house. No problems.

I grabbed a few shots out of the airplane window. It has been a long time since I actually got to sit in a window seat. Mr. has long legs and prefers the aisle seat, which means I'm usually in that awkward middle seat. Yeah. The one no one wants to be in. Anyway, my photos didn't do it justice, but it truly was beautiful to look down on the clouds once again.

Upon arriving home I was greeted warmly by a husband who immediately had to rush out to teach a class. And by a little cat. Who was happy, happy, happy to see me.

Mr. then went on to our weekly Hebrew class, which I chose to skip. I just wanted to stay home hanging with the cat. She was slightly beside herself. Jumped up on my tummy and kneaded my shirt for at least three long sessions. Purred like crazy. Rubbed up against me all over. And now and then nipped at me, as if she couldn't think of a more enthusiastic way to welcome me home. Then, all exhausted, she curled up on my lap and slept a while.

I had a friend write a week or so ago telling me not to worry about moving the cat all the way to the US, even with our unsettled schedule. My friend said I was "home" for the cat, and she would be OK as long as she was with us. I remained unconvinced at that time. This little kitty is pretty independent. She is not really a cuddler. I don't often see her finding comfort in just being around me. She is firmly queen of this little apartment, her castle.

But she sure seems to have missed me while we were gone. After today maybe, just maybe, she does like me OK after all. Maybe I can be "home" for her. That would be nice.