It was nice getting home. We just aired out the house while we went to Noodles and Company so that Jet could have his favorite meal of buttered noodles, and then hit the grocery store to restock the fridge and pantry. Since then I've been trying to catch up and settle back into life at altitude. The dreams have been odd lately, high-powered and with a thread of anxiety I haven't had in a long time.
Two more friends have died in the last week. One that we used to share Christmas and Thanksgiving dinners with in Seattle, died on Wednesday morning after a long bout with a stroke and dementia. The other was the father of a family at church who died suddenly of a heart attack.
I'm getting a little tired of death this year. *sighs* I need to burn more offerings, I guess. Just to quell the ghosts.
We're doing well, though, and there have been a rash of pool parties and lake parties this weekend, leaving me time to finally write at home. Got 12,000 words done today, which... uhm... still boggles my mind a little, but it's nice to really go at it hard.