So tired. So very, very tired. Totally underestimated the sheer amount of travel involved and the amount of socialising that would go on. Totally did not expect to be working 48 hours after we landed, having just spent 40 hours either in the air or sitting in airports. Still not capable of constructing complete sentences or distinguishing elbow from arse, even with a flashlight and a copy of Grey's Anatomy.

Despite all this, the real reason I haven't blogged is that I have so much writing in my head right now, I just don't know where to begin. There are the anecdotes from the trip about terrorism, security, Maslow's Heirarchy of Needs and roads with unspeakably stupid names. There is design porn and articles I want to write about design and delight (and if I manage to work in Destiny, Dream, Death, Destruction, Desire and Despair that would be a bonus). There are budding site designs and redesigns. There are clients who keep picking up goal posts and running around the field with them. There are 2880 pages of work I need to create for said client by next Wednesday and long, complex plans involving blunt objects, blood and screaming (all the clients, not mine).

Will get to them all in good time. In the meantime, patience all and I think I'll go take a nap...