Home stretch

The home stretch is a bear people. A bear.

Somehow in the last few days a strange array of little things have all conspired to go awry. Big things going awry I have always been good at. When many little things go funky it feels like getting caught in one of those sci-fi movies where a million little flesh eating mechanical wasps buzz around. At least, that is how I always imagine it.

But mostly I think T and I have both agreed that this is more the effect of being on the home stretch and really looking forward to seeing people we love again, being back in the world of hot showers, back to a place where the electricity and water always run, and where you dont sweat the minute you step out of the shower...yes, even if we have to give up poolside tropical days.

see you soon!