I just flew back from Honolulu (and, boy! are my arms tired!! ). Flew all night via Chicago to Baltimore. Got in at 9 a.m. this morning. Have gotten about 3.5 hours sleep in the past 36 hours. A little fried and glad I took a shuttle home, rather than drove to the airport. DH was off attending a memorial service for our friend who was killed by a drunk driver while riding his bike last week. I dragged the suitcase in the house, left it in the laundry room, went upstairs, brushed my teeth and fell into bed for an hour b/f DH came home. We watched the tail end of the Tour Prologue, got on the bikes and rode down through Rock Creek Park, with the requisite stop at the LBS, where we schmoozed for over an hour, as every time we made to leave, somebody else we knew walked in, and we ended up chatting some more!
So...we got 31 miles in - my first ride in 2 full weeks - pizza is ordered, and the bed is looking mighty inviting right now.