We are home.
The road trip back was largely uneventful, but I’m sure Heather would disagree. She spent the first leg curled up in a ball and in pain.
We stopped for gas in Beaver, Utah and when I rolled down the window, I was hit with a winter blast of icy cold air. My days of walking puppies in sunshine and 60° weather are over. It was the same this morning when I took Coco out for her first business trip. Wind and cold were a cruel reminder of the season we had left to get some sun.
I can’t describe the euphoria, even while sicker than I’ve been in a long while, of walking barefoot on a beach and watching the dogs play. The sun, sometimes a flitty mistress, still rejuvenated me during a time of heavy stress and illness. The sun made me think that things will get better, that I will get better and that even though we are in the deepest heart of winter now, it’s a matter of weeks before we’ll start to thaw. Trip report after I catch up and do some long standing work.