No, not the Steve Martin and John Candy movie.
It was our 21 hours of driving, flying, riding trams, subway trains, and/or waiting around in airports to get back to Anchorage. But we made it home at 0300 hrs yesterday, and I even managed to squeeze 4 hours of sleep in there.
Made it until 2030 hrs last night, and then crashed hard. I'm feeling better enough, this morning, to care about opening e-mail.
See? Instant human: just add coffee.