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Ungh.

I REALLY don’t feel like writing right now. I just got home yesterday after a week-long visit to Grand Rapids Michigan for the Gathering of the Tribes, and I am DEAD.

I’ll post everything tomorrow, I promise. Until, don’t call me, I’m comatose for the next 15 hours.

One thing I will say, though…All the travels I have made in the past 13 years, foreign countries, different states, seminars, whatever…it doesn’t matter if I’m gone a week, a month, or longer, if I’ve been in Tucson, Indonesia, Cebu or Taiwan. The minute the airplane breaks the cloud ceiling and we approach SeaTac airport, I’m HOME. Seeing this gloomy, grey-sky city, with downtown, the Space Needle and Puget Sound beneath me…It’s like I can breathe a sigh of relief. I know that, when I see that sight, in two hours I’ll be home, with everything and everyone I know.

…Unless the pilot crashes the plane into the goddam bay. Then I’m screwed.