Sitting here in O’Hare on the way back home.  We’ve moved up our flight and now have only an hour and a half wait for the next flight instead of three and a half hours.  I know that several days from now it won’t have mattered much, but at this precise moment it seems like a really big deal.

It was a good vacation.  A lot that we expected… sun, surf, sand, snorkeling and lots of lounging on the chaise.  A lot that we didn’t expect… absolute minimal seafood, next door neighbors who could become friends for life, a  radio interview on New Consciousness, and really poor sunsets compared to what we get at home. Not having to go through customs was a really big plus.

Tomorrow morning it’s back to work, the grind, the routine, the usual.  But there will be a sense of starting anew, of energy, of purpose.  Let’s see how long it can last.

peace……ag