September 29, 2010
Last night, my stomach wasn’t feeling so great. After making salads for the family dinner, I laid on the couch and groaned while M made ravioli. Then I shuffled to the table, ate a few ravioli, ignored the salad, and generally felt like crap. After awhile, I mentioned that the stomach was getting worse.
September 27, 2010
“I need to go to bed early tonight. I’m so tired. And tired of being tired.”
September 23, 2010
Home at last. I am tired. And so, so grateful. I’ve had an amazing two weeks, going from sea level one week to 11,000 feet above sea level (Estes Cone) the next. I’ve met tons of great people, gotten to know acquaintances better, and caught up with old friends. I’ve karaoked, hiked my butt off, ate amazing amounts of food so good it should be illegal, and indulged in French, Portuguese and Californian wine. And Newport beer. And the very best part of it all was rounding the corner from security at the airport tonight and hearing my little girl scream, “Mommy!” while running into my arms. I knew I missed her, but I couldn’t believe the overwhelming feelings of love and relief and home I felt when I scooped her up. I hadn’t planned on crying, but there I was, tears squeaking out as I hugged my girl hard.
September 22, 2010
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