Home at Last

Tired of gray rainy Europe, I decided to come home early. The daily temperature hovered around 58 at Seidlce and it was even colder at night. Once dinner was over, there wasn't much to do except go to my room and once there, I had to go to bed to stay warm. I was getting so much sleep that my eye with the scleral buckle was beginning to act up -- further reason to come home. However, Poland did not want to let me go. With a flight at noon and a 60-mile drive to the airport to make it, the key to my room (one of those huge ancient ones) got stuck in the lock and no way could I open it. I tried yelling "Help!" out the window, but not a soul could hear me. Finally when I didn't show up with my luggage, they came looking for me but they couldn't unlock the door either. It looked for a while like I might become a permanent resident of Poland until someone came with an ax and they tore the door down -- just like on Law and Order. My exit was dramatic to say the least. Now I'm starting to get rested up and feel like a human being again, but I should warn you, I'm already thinking about where to go next summer!