Returned stateside yesterday afternoon.
I arrived at London Heathrow at 4am. It looked like a war zone... something about the Tour de France... the driver said... though that made no sense to me and I was rather sleepy when he said it... Anyway I had to wander past all these concrete barriers into a deserted terminal... scratch the war zone metephore... it felt like a zombie movie, the only people you saw were 2-3 people sleeping on their bags.
On the plus size I got a good start on reading Virgil!