I'm home-- very long day, not worth discussing details of more waiting on more runways to be more late. Good thing I have my knitting. Photos soon-- one side is finished to the shoulder.
I got the movie greeting, though, like I've never gotten before-- small people jumping up and down with bouquets of flowers, with Scott writing notes about his ropes course day tomorrow, right behind them. A funny detail: they brought me a favorite bean and cheese burrito, when I'm coming home from New Mexico... Many hands carried my tremendous pile of luggage.
There are many pieces of abstract art constructed from sea glass and glue, and sticks and scraps, covering the table.
And many blonde-haired dark-eyed kisses, though it's too humid to be too close for too long.
Wish me sleep. I think I finished my reflection paper on The Four Quartets, or at least the draft, on the plane. One down and eleven to go this quarter.