We arrived home from California last night - and I am very happy to be here. Flight was fairly smooth, although I will just tell the truth, I took a pill and slept almost all the way home.
Our own bed felt warm and wonderfully familiar. We had been very comfortable and well cared for both at our daughter's and when staying with Jim's brother and his wife - but, cliche or not - no place like home.
Now today - back into our groove - I am storytelling tonight and Jim is preparing for a full day of patients tomorrow. Its good to feel the comfort of the routine.
But it is not going to be all that simple. Friday Jim is having surgery at George Washington University Hospital. Nothing these days is ever completely simple.
I hope you will stop back. I will be filling in with a rreport on the Rogue and some of the great acts that we enjoyed and other news. And adding pictures.
First its the chore of getting through the mail. Isn't it amazing when you face how much junk mail drops on you - every day its not so bad but when it piles up it is a tree or two.
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