I am back from the Island all tucked into bed with my computer, a pile of kleenex, chicken soup and Nyquil. My brain has the same texture and color as the sky that greeted our arrival on Friday – gray, thick. foggy – and my nose is just as drizzling.
There is a lot to process and say about these last few days – observations on joyful redemption and lessons on how it is done, for starters. But drowsiness is threatening to overtake me. Had to cancel today’s trip to Chicago.
I’ll write more soon, friends. Just wanted to let you know that I am home – safe and sound and sick.