1250 MILES LATER

Slept like a rock last night. Still haven't put my glasses on or done anything since I woke up, not unless you count editing a zillion photos I won't share with anyone yet. My sinuses are still adjusting to being back in Humidityville. It's good to be home.

I think more went on with me interally than externally on this trip. But many experiences had a parallel spiritual side of them that affected me and that made it all rewarding. All these strange elements of my life are being tied together. Makes the future seem like a distant window I can crawl through once I grow a little bit more.

And yes, unreturned phone calls suck.