And boy are my arms tired.
Not from holding the plane aloft, but because the very act of sitting on an airplane is exhausting. Why? Why does sitting in a relatively motionless state make you feel like you've run a marathon?
Which laws of physics are at work here?
Actually, I am still on an airplane, but I'm currently over Montana and will be landing in my home state in less than an hour. After nearly a week away from home, I'm excited to see my little ones.
I've been in the town of Cordova, and I have one million pictures to show you of my trip.
When I'm done, you're going to be thinking to yourself,
"Mountains. I get it.
Uh huh. Lots of mountains.
Yep. Pretty.
Cute baby sea otter. Seen those at the zoo.
Oh look. More mountains."
But there's no way you could visit and not take one million mountain pictures. You can't see bears eating salmon and not take one million pictures. You can't hike along opaque aqua glacial rivers and be ho-hum about it. One million it is.
After a few days to catch up in the studio, I'll be heading to another fun event: a trunk show in the Washington, DC area on the morning of July 4th.
I'll be at The Yarn Spot in Wheaton, MD. I know you have the day off, and I'd love to see you before you head out to a barbecue.
I'll be bringing with me four new, non-wool yarns that are amazingly wonderful.
As in, pick it up, snuggle it, name it George, take it home and snuggle it some more, amazingly wonderful.
Yes, I have only had four hours of sleep, why do you ask?
Pictures and a full report to follow after the sleeping off of the jet lag (four hours is not easily absorbed by an already sleep deprived person) and the kissing of the babies.