With myself.
That's the only way I can describe Wednesday's turbulent flight. I'm still riding the wave.
I'm finally back home, embracing the quiet, that the mud and snow are distant memories replaced by the understated pace of being in the familiar, aka the home twenty. Spring is really working hard at emerging. We are one of the last regions in the nation to enjoy spring, and the grass is just beginning to take off. This weekend is Bloomsday, one of the funner experiences known to man. Or at least Spokane folk.
I am still playing catch up, so about the only deep thought I can muster is it's amazing how many trees gave their lives so that I could find my PO Box stuffed to the gills.
Brad Steele continues to recover and we thank God he survived that near miss. WE love you Brad!
More later~
~ For a link to Bloomsday go here: http://www.bloomsday.org
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