floes

for awhile there, traveling and moving between places was getting routine. no real adjustments necessary. that's not true this time. i'm currently readjusting. you could even say i'm in a bit of shock. waking up this morning, it took a bit to place where i was. i've gotten all re-aclimatized to kingston over the last weeks.

puppies (mine, not fiona's) were so happy to see me. actually, happy is the wrong word... imagine how a ship-wrecked person might feel after floating around in a life-raft for a few days... they are almost panicky with joy. of course, i am probably projecting, since dogs can't talk and i could only see the psychotic jumping-around. but i project happiness onto their energy. nalu has been content to just sit and lean on my leg while i scratch her head. fiona is blowing her coat, so there are chunks of fur everywhere. i missed my expensive, fur-shedding, sleep-disturbing, relationship-destroying canines.

the flight into town here was nuts. i am used to flying and i don't startle easily about turbulence or sharp turns. and yet, this time... i was extremely happy to be reunited with solid ground. here it is winter - cold, sunny, sharp.

it feels so strange to be back.

Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
The good times are killing me.