Arrived home to waist-high grass, 25 lbs. of junk mail, various, perpetual medical bills I've already paid but they send you a duplicate bill in hopes you pay twice; etc. Most importantly, it was green; it was lush; it was the crib.
Thirty-six nights in the EGG; way too much sensory input; many laughs; a busted knuckle, a good bit of discomfort; some fear--all-in-all, we're real glad we did it. But, I ain't going no where for a while.
Reflecting on how this trek got started, two things come to mind: (1) Ann & I were looking through the living room window at a cold and gloomy day, when Ann says, "What are we going to do, just sit around here being old people?" (2) A little bit later, I stumbled upon a favorite quote: "Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie Sans Wine; sans Song; sans Singer, and---sands End!"
--The Rubaiyat, Omar Khayyam