The best of times, the worst of times...

I exaggerate, of course.

On the one hand, it was great to hang out with the family last week, but for some reason (altitude is all I can come up with), everthing started to hurt all at once, so I went through some pretty heavy-duty painkillers to keep an even keel. That said, any desire I might have had to work—evern for a couple of hours a day—evaporated like dew suddenly exposed to a blazing desert sun.

By comparison, the drive home was a piece of cake. I pulled my share of time behind the wheel, and we arrived home yesterday.

Today was an "okay" day but I could not gather my wits and concentrate.

Ah, well. At least I'm posting.

Cheers...