Time to Get Back on the Horse
A week ago Wednesday night, I returned from The Big Trip. It was…a trip…from near-perfect to awesome to troubling to eye-opening (personally and geographically) to psychologically traumatic to warm and fuzzy to tasty and pretty to exhausting. As travel should be.
Many things to write about in each of those categories: near or even entirely perfect—experiencing a country (Rwanda) I love and fear (because of what it says about each and every one of us) through the eyes of my grandchildren; awesome—as safaris to my surprise are and with family and in slightly rough conditions (but not too) especially awesome; and, yeah…well…it is troubling to not be able to quite keep up a physical pace that seems reasonable—is this something more time at the gym could fix?; and then there’s eye-opening—how geographical, social, family dynamics play out in ways you maybe hadn’t quite expected (being in two African countries (Rwanda and Botswana) that are safer, cleaner and apparently better managed than the U.S. or U.K. or many other of us ‘developed’ places; psychologically traumatic—my problem—to be explored more fully elsewhere AND you’ve already seen lots of warm, fuzzy, tasty, pretty in previous blogs.
So the pattern of my days (and nights) since returning is up at 1:30/2am, pretty alert most of day, falling asleep (literally) at 7pm. Since we were roughly halfway around the world for much of the trip, it could be worse. It is however getting annoying.
No work tomorrow, so this night is for tearing apart my bookshelves; last night I worked hard to clean up my blogs/blog life. Go to mneset.com and nesetm.com and mneset.me They look beautiful and they have archives and archive pages where you can scroll through to find topics of interest. I am going to stop using the nesetm.com and focus everything on the other two, and this one which is my daily journal/catch-all, soon. Still nesetm.com looks clean and pretty and you should visit it. That’s the road coming into Sioux Falls, South Dakota in the header photo.
Back to the books then. A glass of wine. My first since the Barefoot Gallery & Shop in Colombo. Hmmm…tastes very good. By 5 or 6 I hope to sleep a little more.