Our kitchen counter is filled with this representative shot of various gifts and souvenirs. Clothes soiled and wrinkled from transatlantic travel litter our laundry room floor. Empty suitcases stand next to the garage door, waiting to be stored on high, out-of-the-way shelves. And the contents of my computer bag and small travel purse are scattered on the coffee table, awaiting re-placement in my daily Butler Bag. All this will occur in a rush tomorrow because I’m about to crash big time from jet lag. G’nite!