I'm going to try not to be a stranger, so here's a quick post to say that I went to New Hampshire, I had total camnesia, and I had a wonderful, warm, sunny, beautiful day, and it was sweet to come back to my wooly world. It was almost like I hadn't been away.
I got to hold a leetle baby, see two in progress, hug my dear friends, and visit with a community that seems far-flung except when we're all together.
Marcy enabled brilliantly, and saw me through a migraine, witnessing my miraculous recovery at the hands of diet coke and bugles (don't ask me, caffeine, salt, and fat seem to be the answer--combined of course with aleve). This is becoming a pattern. I'm grateful.
New Hampshire, when it's not in full flood mode, is a wonderful festival.