I'm back in Fort Bragg. I'm back in the fog by the Pacific Ocean. I'm back home. I had a wonderful month off, but it sure feels good to be home. I'm so looking forward to meeting the students at Living Light and seeing all my beloved co-workers again. A friend asked me if I was even going to remember how to do my job. I told her I hoped not so it would be a fresh, new experience. But - I do remember and am looking forward to getting back to it. And I'm looking forward to a green juice! Oh my stars - I have missed it. Anyhow - I'm ready to hit the ground running on Monday morning all rested and ready to go.
Just to recap the last leg of my trip, my daughter and I visited my aunt Hannah in Wisconsin. We had an absolutely lovely time - even though I'd never met my aunt in person, being at her house felt so comfortable. It felt like home. Well - a home. A hot, humid home. Anyhow - the visit was delightful and she and uncle Joe live right on the Flambeau River and we got to go out on Joe's boat. It was such a nice time. Then - I don't know what happened, but we were just pretty much ready to go home. Not only were we almost broke, we were just over it. So - we just drove, slept a little bit, and drove, slept a little bit more and drove home. And here we are. Back to the foggy, familiar old grind. Super yay!!