Coming home. It always takes me so long to get back to life here in The 'Kan. I have a stubborn physical geography that furiously hangs on to where I was before I boarded the plane that last day; I would love to come home and bounce right into things but it just never works out that way. I do know that once I'm ready to see people in the evening, I am getting very close. So despite all indications, I horsewhipped myself into going to the Spokane Valley last night to have a steak and see friends. A false positive, to be sure. I always have behemoth unpacking to do and this time is no exception; what am I going to do with all this stuff? I have had the requisite comfort food: tomato soup and cheese sandwich and at least 4 bowls of cereal. Still, I'm not ready to be back. But I am soooo glad to be home. Even at the hand of the unforgiving jet lag.
The 'Kan EWA