It took longer than I thought — I was so worn out from an invigorating and stressful weekend that I didn’t trust myself to drive all the way from the airport to Morris, so I got a cheap motel room and got some sleep before completing the journey. And that means I’ve arrived back just barely in time to switch out of the lampshade on my head and dancin’ shoes to tidy up and swing into professorial action and run some meetings. The blog thing will have to wait a little while as I get some work done.
Welcome home.
dammit
I submitted too soon.
I was going to conceal a ‘first’ in there.
The Great White North trembles at your arrival.
Rest up, it’ll be here when you’re ready .
Glad you didn’t drive while too tired. I think we all overestimate our driving abilities while fatigued. Happy to see you made it home safely!
Hooray!