As you "readers" know, I've been all over the place lately. It took me literally 37.5 hours to get from our beach villa in Zanzibar, Tanzania to my parents' house in the East Bay outside of San Francisco. THIRTY-SEVEN [and a half] HOURS! Do you know how many glasses of Diet Coke and tomato juice and small movies with bad sound and trips to a tiny restroom and readjusting in a small coach seat and stretching and drooling on my neck pillow and times flipping through Sky Mall that is? Well, A LOT. By the time I reached Atlanta (Zanzibar --> Amsterdam --> Atlanta --> San Francisco) I had been traveling for about 30 hours. I climbed on my last flight weary, irritated, dirty, exhausted and a bit grouchy. Here I was amongst all these happy holiday travelers. I almost decked the flight attendant in the jingle bells and Santa hat - and I LOVE Christmas!!