Sweet barking cheese. It was an amazing, crazy, wonderful four days, I didn't get more than three hours sleep at any time, and after an incident which I will not go into, I had to jump into water that even Russian polar bear swimmers and survivors of the Titanic would have thought was "really too freaking cold" but it was very productive and very successful trip.
I had such a great time, but it's good to be home. Roswell's going crazy. She's actually petting me with her little paw, stroking my arm and purring. trillian_stars is making me breakfast. How did things get so wonderful?
I started traveling at 2:30 this morning, which isn't really that long ago, but I feel like Odysseus walking up the drive and seeing Argos and Penelope waiting for him.
Hello interwebz. It's good to be home.
Photos will follow.