Made it home at last. I didn’t want to go, and I’m so thankful to be back, as important and successful as the trip was. I listened to running and history podcasts most of the way home, which made the time pass quickly. After I got home, I tried to pick Christina up from school in a rainstorm, but she didn’t recognize my new car or hear me screaming her name, so she walked 90% of the way home before I finally got her into the car. Then was dance and then we went to Salento for dinner, which was delicious. And now I’ve finished reading Beloved, which was just such a sad story, which is such an incomplete assessment of the book it’s almost shameful. I am ready for bed.
Year in Photos 