Home For Good


We flew home to Austin from Phoenix this afternoon.

It’s good to finally be home, for the foreseeable future this time.

I enjoyed the trip to Phoenix and socialized in ways I didn’t expect, experienced things that I hadn’t counted on, and had a really good time overall.

Tonight, though, I think I’m going to be looking forward to sleeping in my own bed.

A lot of my streaks are a little wonky because of the changes in time zones that I’ve been experiencing over the past two weeks. They’re thankfully intact, but I think that’s something that I should bring up to the development teams on both my learning apps, and also here on WordPress (there was a post that I did after 10:00 pm on Saturday evening and WordPress is counting it as no post that day because of the two hour time difference between Texas and Arizona).

Tonight’s going to be one last short post because I’m knackered, and tomorrow it’s back to business as usual.

We Survived


Today was a pretty good day.

We started out at Mass with my wife, my mother-in-law and her husband, my brother-in-law and his wife and kids. Unbeknownst to any of us, the Mass that we’d chosen to attend was an African Mass. The service was partially, and the music was primarily, in Swahili. I was apprehensive about attending Mass since I’m not religious, but I really enjoyed the service. There were dancers whose energy was infectious. The music was absolutely lovely. The people were friendly and welcoming. It was a wonderful experience.

From there we went to my brother-in-law’s house for Easter dinner, and over the course of the evening added my father-in-law, his wife, her daughter and granddaughters, and a couple friends of my brother-in-law’s. Dinner was good and the company was enjoyable. My anxiety had me trying to stay in quiet areas most of the day, and my leg was overworked from Mass, so at one point before dinner I fell asleep on the couch. I had a good conversation with one of my brother-in-law’s friends.

I managed to work in calls to Mom, my daughter, and Kenneth, the family friend that’s looking out for my mother in North Carolina while I’m in Texas. She’s doing okay, not much change in her condition, but he was surprised to hear that I had spoken with her – we were worried that her motor skills after the stroke would have prevented her from operating her clamshell phone. I didn’t speak with her long, but I was able to wish her Happy Easter before she said that she needed to go.

Tomorrow is the flight home. I’m always a little worried about travel, especially now since I’m still going through airports in a wheelchair because of the knee, but I’ll be glad to finally be home for the foreseeable future.