So, I quit writing when I went north, eschewing internet access in favor of spending time with my family (it was great, by the way). Then I didn’t write because I was busy catching up on processing daily photos. Then I was spending time with the “inlaws.” Then I was busy flying to Connecticut, getting stuck there due to a major snowstorm, finally flying back to Indiana, re-immersing myself in American culture via the Super Bowl, writing presentations in time for deadlines, and then being a foster owner to a dog from the local shelter. Stories to come, but for the moment, my days are chock-a-block with writing memos and picking up poop.