I got an e-mail from a family member Wednesday saying "You okay? Anything I can help with?" and I had no idea what he was referring to. My response: "Uuuuummmm, yeah? I don't think so. But thanks for the offer."
Later I realized that he probably assumed I was trapped under a fallen tree in Prospect Park or had been accosted by a feral reality TV contestant. I guess either could have been a reasonable assumption. But I was really just daunted by trying to reintegrate into my life in Denver.
(And yes, I usually bring reusable bags to load my army of groceries, but with reintegration apparently comes disorganization.)
Apparently when I'm getting my bearings macro helps. This hibiscus, which our neighbor gave us as a wedding present five years ago, was in full bloom when I returned. That only lasts for about a week in the blazing sun of our front yard, so you know, the iron was hot and all.
This one was one of my patented cram-it-all-in moves, in the three and a half spare moments between work, commute, and family night at Ezra's school.
The good thing about all of this madness is that I haven't even had time to complain to you all about how I'm not in Black Rock City right now.
It's so very good to be back in Denver. But family, I may take a rain check on that offer of help.