Back in the Bowl

Where is my morning selection of olives, dried fruits and nuts, peeled and sliced oranges, pastries and desserts? Fresh squeezed pomegranate juice? My chauffeur? My ultra-clean vehicle attended to every time we stopped for a break?

It’s always a woozy feeling returning to the time change as you sort your clothing and glance at the clock every ten minutes, wondering when you can finally go to sleep. Laundry will be a lengthier process as my husband’s luggage stayed an extra two days in Germany on a sightseeing adventure of its own. It’s a good thing he bought those air tags so he could track the bags on their journey. Gave him something to do as he counted the hours to an early bed time.

We have a phrase here for when we return to the way it was. “All of Me,” with Steve Martin and Lily Tomlin?

We are “back in the bowl.”