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Good Things

(Not quite Martha Stewart, but good things for us.)

We both went back to work yesterday. While yesterday was exhausting, today feels more comfortable. We are getting our routines figured out. And I have the time and energy to stop and think about and assess everything that's happened in the last few weeks.

As I've told a few friends recently, I never thought I'd be so nonchalant about driving across the country. The first time I did it, in my crappy old VW, was so exciting. It was a big adventure! Last year it was pretty fun, too. We are riding in speedy comfort in Mike's little Subaru sport wagon. We stretched the trip into a week, spending a few days at Zion National Park in Utah, a mini-vacation before a few days on the road. This time it was more of a chore. We took a route that was different from any others we've done, so we saw some new states and some new terrain. We saw the Great Salt Lake and the surrounding salt flats, which was a first for both of us. It helped to break up the monotony of the drive, especially after days and days of Iowa and Nebraska fields. We tried to get excited--We're following the paths of the pioneers!--but when we finally got to the mountains, they weren't quite as breathtaking as mountains we'd seen in the past. We got too tired to be excited.

A note on the salt flats: The recent movie World's Fastest Indian was filmed at the Bonneville Salt Flats, which we drove through. We have the movie now on Netflix and hope to watch it soon. If you watch it, you'll see what we drove through for an afternoon.

We celebrated the Fourth of July by introducing some new residents of California (the other new SF agent and her fiance) to In & Out, at Fisherman's Wharf while we watched fireworks. Good food and good fireworks were enjoyed by all. It was touristy, but fun. Mike's been jonsin' for In & Out since we left California.

I registered for the Race for the Cure San Francisco. Emails soliciting donations to this great cause will be forthcoming and frequent, until I reach my fundraising goal. Tell anyone they can donate here:
My Race for the Cure Page

Back to work now!


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