Late

Should be sleeping.

Lumpy flight. Landing solid enough to send my headphones into my lap. Along with a woman who treated my lap like her luggage space (yes, I will wake with a fright if you dump your handbag in my lap so quit looking so offended.)

Some entertaining chat, and a set-back that has me working late, worrying away at stuff I can have no impact on.

Client work is a breeze in comparison. And the Spanish holiday feels like a hundred years ago, not yesterday.