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With all that’s going on in the world, I am thankful to be snuggled in with a big, sweet dog and not scared or threatened tonight. I’m also glad that Ib is safe in DC, instead of on a reporting trip to Ferguson, MO, where two of his coworkers are not so lucky. Feels providential that his trip to Wisconsin impeded that particular travel while I think of and pray for the people in the US and abroad who are not so lucky.

I can’t say my trip home had been exciting. It’s been a bit busy — full of lovely, quiet activities. Long walks with the dogs, lunches with a wonderful cousin and her beautiful toddlers, catching frogs with my six-year-old goddaughter, and cups of tea on the deck with an episode of The Good Wife. Season 4. Oh man. Out of hand on that one.

I’ve read a lot, but my real goal for vacation was to get some blog posts queued up for when I’m busy starting a new job next week. But then I left my computer charger in DC. A+ work, B. I also am having pretty terrible allergies. I’m a delightful traveler, and I’m sure my parents are glad to have me snotting up their house.

I’m looking forward to taking the recovery back to the lake. I never feel like I have enough time there, but what would feel like enough? A hop up to Our Lady of Good Help tomorrow, and then back up to the lake. Such a stark contrast to the rest of the world, but this post reminded me of how and why I need to appreciate these blessings and do what I can rather than looking over my shoulder at the evil in the world.

Welp. On that note.