Home to Reality: Painters' Dust and Broken Dryer

We had a fantastically relaxing last 24 hours in Greece.

I highly recommend the Athens Airport Sofitel - I could do another post on its incredible shower/bath set-up (it's like another room to itself), its room-darkening wooden inside shutter that slides across the wall into place for sound sleep, its location 30 seconds' walk from check-in, and its fabulously attentive and perceptive service at the French restaurant on the 9th floor with a view of the glowing control tower...

Our trip home yesterday was smooth as we prayed - with Swiss chocolate offered in a basket on each Swiss International flight to and from Zürich - and we're safely home.

...Home to fine white dust on every horizontal surface on the ground floor in our house. Why does this happen when a house is painted? Is there dust in paint? Or maybe they did some scraping or sanding before painting.
...Home to the fresh paint smell which our landlords decided to offer us. I'm glad it's only the downstairs this time.
...Home to innumerable loads of laundry.
...Home to a dryer which only lasted four loads before refusing to move any more.

But also:

...Home to some lovely English sunshine (and rain).
...Home to my own pillows and mattress.
...Home to more vacation! The kids don't have school again until next Monday. Delightful!

Thank you, God and David, for this unspeakably lovely holiday in Greece, and David for faithfully going back to work again today when we're still at home...and God for always being on the job, day and night, 365 days a year. Or 366 this year!

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New cool word for the day, that my son just taught me:
VAMBRACE: a piece of armor for the forearm (from the French avant-bras, literally before-arm). He just made some out of cardboard, with a dagger that hides inside. Cool!