tiredIn some ways I'm happy to be back home, out of the heat, back in the wired world; in other ways I'm still wandering around the Western back roads admiring the buttes, the mesas, the plains, the rushing rivers, and above all the mountains and am feeling a bit disoriented back "home". I had this disconnect after the first time I went to NYC; liked the place so much I started to "go native".
I wish I had pix of the many amazing things I saw, but as noted, I left my camera at home (oops). My hosts are talking about a big event in Santa Fe next year or the one after that, so I might get another shot at them, but I also might get a CD of everyone else's eventually.
And I'm annoyed that I can't walk into about any breakfast joint and order "Burrito. Bacon. Green. Beans." I did get a petit jambon from The Fatted Calf at the Farmer's Market, and some spicy salsa at the produce mart, so I might be rolling my own.
Had hoped to ease back into the church thing, but got a call at the last minute to help with coffee hour; it's my new "regular" day, but I had been "off" to recover. Fortunately I don't need to bake anything (although I got a lot of blueberries at the market and my cherries are ripe), as we have leftover cookies from a memorial.
