In through the out door

One of the surprises waiting for me when I got home the other night was that I had never completely unpacked from the previous trip, and so now I have two trips to unpack from. I hate unpacking. I guess that's why I still have boxes of stuff I have never unpacked from moving here 5 years ago.

It is a very good feeling to to use a bathroom that is not shared by 600 other people.

I watched some tv last night. There was a show about a woman who becomes president after the president dies. During the hospial scene, as the doctors were trying to resuscitate the dying president, they defibrillated his liver. No wonder he died.

The Martin Scorcese Dylan thing was great.

I still don't want to go back to work. Sooner or later this is going to be a problem. I'm hoping for later. I'd like to squeeze in another trip (or two!) before I start back.

I was gone for almost all of the Sacramento summer. I didn't miss it. It gets hot here, but it's a dry heat. One of my partners in the clinic was telling Percy, a Louisiana native, about the heat in Arizona--the lack of humidity. Percy responded, "No! That just ain't right!", as if dry heat were a crime against nature.

Nothing interesting came in the mail while I was gone. I am expecting a package, though. It's from me. I shipped home a bunch of stuff that I brought and never used, and didn't feel like lugging through the airports.

I came back with a much better idea of what I want to do with my life. A lot of the things I was still unsure about when I got home from the first trip are now much clearer. Not that I feel any urgency to act on any of it. I remain mindful of the "don't make any big decisions for a year" rule. "A year" is 51 days from now. None of what I decided requires any big decisions anyway. Just small steps in a particular direction.

There were three things I decided to do when I got home. Three small steps in the direction I want to go. I'll take one of them this morning.