Jetlag

Distance-wise, we took a pretty long trip. Time-wise, it seemed even longer. By my watch, we were up 24 hours from pillow to pillow as we headed home. I know people do it all the time, but I’m not used to it. I’m beginning to speak in whole sentences again and I’ve slept an entire night or two. Things are looking up.

“Hey, you wanna see my vacation pictures?” usually sets people’s teeth on edge. I took over 450 of them. But, really, I know you’re curious. I went away just so you could have a change of scenery. Come back tomorrow and I’ll show you where we went. We’ll have fun. I promise.

Wet

I’ve read that the snowbound First Nations people of Canada have dozens of words for “snow.” Sometimes it feels like we need to expand our moisture vocabulary in the Pacific Northwest. Wet. Damp. Dewy. Moist. Sopping. Maybe I just need to expand my thinking.