safely home

News that isn't: I'm back where palm trees grow on the medians, hale and healthy and missing Valparaiso University (and hugs, and office hours, and incense) tremendously anyway. After the usual round of flight delays, I arrived in Tampa and met up with my older sister, from whom I recovered my car (which, yes, I do drive, and frequently enough to be currently overdue for an oil change). It was a painful switch, though: one that found my knees immediately jammed into the dash. By the time I'd fixed that, I was looking at the back seat in the rearview mirror, and then when I pulled to a stoplight and leaned back, I found myself lying down. Physical discomfort meet to mirror the odd fit of a scholar's soul slinging liquor on the waterfront. But others can identify.