I survived the wilds of Florida. Note that I didn’t say sunny and/or warm Florida since it quite contrarily decided to be neither. I also came back on the verge of death from the world’s worst cold. To be honest, by the time I was leaving Florida I had come to the conclusion that I was unlikely to die and also had deduced that survival was not necessarily a good thing. About 90 seconds after voicing that thought out loud my driver turned the wrong way down a one way street and I decided rapidly that I did in fact have a will to live after all. I decided not to say anything else since I would soon be getting on a plane and didn’t want to see what other kinds of fun the universe could have with me.
I got to my house at about 2:30 AM Sunday morning. I got up at 9:00 AM and 7:00 PM to feed the horses and let the dog out. I woke up every so often and read for a while. Then I got up at 6:00 AM this morning (Monday) to go to work. I feel a gazillion times better. That should not be taken as meaning that I am anywhere near “well” however.
I have to do loads and loads of laundry, fix everything that got broken or misplaced by people tending my animals, unpack, etc. I’ll upload some pictures tomorrow.
