I am home.
I don't have anthrax (that I know of), the plane wasn't hijacked (not thanks to American security, it's odd but while European overseas and domestic flights and domestic American flights had upgraded the security, the oversea flight to Copenhagen had not. Perhaps there were no arab names on the list of passengers.) nor did it drive into any small private airplanes on runways. The closest I have been to discomfort was the withdrawal symptoms from not having a computer for two weeks (my hands don't hurt any more!) and listening to three DRUNK russians in the seats behind me all the way across the Atlantic on the way home. Now I'll just fight my way through the email, and then I'll be back to business.