Alive...

DC finished with me and has let me return to Seattle. I am fairly sure my stress muscle is out of shape because working extended full time, a full suite of friends, hair and doctor appointments, and continued shipping of my stuff, nearly collapsed me. When I first arrived, people said I looked refreshed and healthy - that Seattle seemed to be treating me well. By the end of the week, people were rubbing my shoulders and tipping their head. I sounded and looked like a chain smoking grandma - and I don't smoke and neither did my grandma.

Coming soon - an update on my trip to LA and Joshua Tree, plus DC tidbits and a report on my first day of volunteering at 826 - today, in 2 hours.