Back in Boston

I'm back in Boston after a hiatus of about two and a half months and enjoying the warm air, getting to sniff the flowers and watching the bees go about their business.
British Airways are wonderful. I must say that. Their service is excellent and efficient though they ask you a question and insist you answer yes or no. Like food for instance. But then again, you don't want to muck up the issue with these people. They're doing a job that would have me tearing what's left of my hair and diving out of the emergency exit at 30,000 feet. One of the stewardesses serving coach was scalded by tea that she was serving and all that I could make out was the wince on her face. Not a sound came out of her. "We've got thick skin," was all that she would say when I commisserated with her.
Security at Heathrow was good. I was under the impression that we'd have to put all our stuff, wallets, jackets, shoes, and all the contents of my little backpack into separate trays before I could pass through the bleeper doorway. They let me leave my camera in the bag but asked me to pull out my laptop. Shoes went into the tray though and I padded through the doorway in my socks. And other clothes.
Bleep! My cellphone caught their attention. It went through the scanner and I was through. That was it. The big burly security men with their guns were everywhere. But it felt secure rather than intimidating. The flight was uneventful. I slept through most of the way. Logan was inviting. Get to bed was the only question on my mind. I slept through the rest of the night as well. Us couch potatoes need our sleep.