The remains of the day....

I woke sometime last night and thought that yesterday was all a bad dream. One of those that has you wrapped up and emotionally overwhelmed.

I got back on Saturday night in not the best of conditions. Immersion was really rough. A very hard, stressful, overwhelming week where the length of my trip started to wear down on me and make me long to be home with RC.

In an effort to be more communicative while I was gone, I sent home postcards and jotted down little notes in a baby notebook that Spyboy and I found in New York. I thought it would help me remember the funny things that happened while I was gone so RC and I could catch up and I would have these funny stories to tell him. I figure I will turn those notes into blog postings to share with the one person who reads this although I am sure I will tell them to her in person anyway.

There is plenty that I can tell of my story over the last 3 weeks while I have been gone. Some funny, some good, some terribly sad. I suppose as I go along you will be able to tell the difference.