At some point this afternoon I woke up, thinking I was still in the hotel. I didn’t recognize where I was (my own bedroom), and it really scared me for a minute.
Tonight I took a drive along 360 and went to Trudy’s. Oh. My. God. Hot salsa and queso has never tasted so good. I gobbled down two baskets of chips and two bowls of salsa. All is right in the world again.
I have a serious urge to go to Europe now. Jason is running around in Amsterdam now, Teep will be there next week. It would be so awesome to meet up with one or both of them over there. While I was gone, my passport got delivered surprisingly early, and was already returned to the passport agency by USPS by the time I got back. I have no idea what it’s going to take to get it shipped back to me. Maybe now is a good time to pick up French or German.
