We are back. The trip was beyond beyond. So much happened, so much has shifted inside of me, that I'm barely recognizing my internals at the moment. Super joy polar shift. We have a house guest so I probably won't be able to get pictures together for a little bit. But there are pictures. I want to tell you, to show you what it was, what it did to me. Step by step. But I also know there's no way to do that, not really.
Still trying to re-negotiate PST sleep schedule. Am waking at 3:30 with grumbly belly and wide eyes. Trying so hard to keep the last of the glow flowing around us before the fade. Something of this will stay flickering inside always.
While You Were Out:
-America out of money. Please live within means from here on out. Hide your gold.
-Obama slowly gaining ground in a few light red states. Please keep fingers crossed.
-Paul Newman took his journey. Please rent Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.
-Clay Aiken gay. Please pretend to be shocked and horrified whilest clutching pearls around neck.