Home again, home again, jiggity jig.

I'm not the same person as I was Thursday, as I have just gotten back from a plane ride that said it took 3 hours but my mind and body knew it took 6 (left at 8a.m. got in at 11a.m.), and I saw cool cool stuff when I wasn't trying to sleep (because I couldn't sleep last night). Like, the continental divide from 35,000 feet on a gorgeous sunny day, then the continental shelf falling away to become a great link of volcanos waiting to go off like firecrackers, the firecracker that was Mt. St. Helen's already spent and off to the side of Baker and Rainier, and 2 in the distance that weren't listed on my little map. And a good conversation that lasted off and on for over 2,000 miles with the painter with kids from India sitting next to me. I'm happy. And very very tired.