Back in the USA

I'm sitting at the kitchen table, trying not to succumb to jet lag. It's 3pm Central time and 10pm "my" time. I have restocked the fridge and made cranberry sauce. A big batch of chili is next. Eric is napping and firewood is on order.

Walking along the Kishwaukee River isn't quite the same as strolling along a canal, but I have Millie for company, and the landscape is open. I feel incredibly fortunate and am signing off this blog until my next big journey.

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