Whoa. I didn't expect life to move so fast quite so suddenly. Sunday afternoon, I was preparing a double-strawberry pie for the potluck at church. 15 minutes before we drove over for the potluck, I had a discussion with my mom about my planned PHC visit in mid-March. 10 minutes later, she suggested that, because of her book deadline at the end of March, I make my visit right now. As in, literally, start driving. I went to the potluck, left early, and did my laundry. By 7:30pm I was on the road. By midnight, with the help of Mountain Dew, I had reached Louisville. At 6:30am, I was driving again, and by 5:15pm on Monday I was at college.

It was a lovely visit, though people were very tired and very busy, as normal. I'm not home yet; things haven't stopped moving. I'm in a little ghetto Kentucky town, enjoying the free wireless at my shabby Days Inn. (Isn't that a sign of the times - chipped paint in the lobby, and free wireless?) I'm tired, but about as happy as can reasonably be expected. God willing, I will park Thing in the driveway at home some time around 2pm tomorrow.

Heehee, people reacted wonderfully when I arrived on campus. I'm not sure whether I or they were more startled to find me there.

Anyway, my eyes are closing. I should sleep.  ¶ 8:09 PM