Itsara

We’re back and trying to put our house in order. It’s really good to see everyone here (though we have yet to see 3 of our kids – they’re still in school), but of course we haven’t been home for over 3 weeks so there are things to do in addition to unpacking. Fortunately Sean and Prang are helping out a lot and Isaac is having a great time with Abby again.

Turns out after all the cold places we visited (you know, like LA, San Diego, and Mexico for example), I’ve de-acclimatized, which sucks. It’s totally hot here. I’ve got to get my internal regulators set back to Thailand right quick.

I’m also about to pass out, but I can’t. Two kids come home any time now, and we have to pick up a third in like an hour. And then we have to reassert our parenthood a little, which means staying conscious and being parents. We also need to eat, apparently (did you know this?). And though I think she’s delirious, Cindy keeps saying something about going out for my birthday. Right now, the only thing I want for my birthday is the sweet, black embrace of unconsciousness. That and a plasma screen.

I’ll be back later with more useful information and some debriefing thoughts. I have a lot of such thoughts. I have no idea which of them will end up here. Pictures too, maybe.