You Can Go Home Again
Hard to believe, but I’m writing this update from our living room in San Francisco, with our cat Nutmeg purring next to me on the couch and the faint aroma of sport celebrity still lingering in the air. (Barry, if you’re out there, couldn’t you have at least left us a signed baseball or something?!?) After a series of delayed/cancelled flights out of Lima to Miami, we finally arrived in Florida a few days ago, where we enjoyed a relaxing visit with my family that included my parents’ amazing homemade lasagna, welcome home cupcakes & balloons, marinated elk steaks, and of course, a few heated political “discussions” with my Dad. (It’s nice to have Dustin around to fight the liberal fight with me after having to go it alone against Dad all these years!) :)