Back

I made it back alive!

My missing drivers license made it back to my wallet. [If only the nice older lady that found it at the voting poll had turned it in to the staff instead of deciding to return it to me and then promptly lost it in her work out bag until she decide to do laundry... I didn't want to tell her that I spent hours tearing my house apart, driving to Eastlake at night to see if I left it on my desk, and had to deal with testy Airport employees because they were less than thrilled by the fact that I had to use my passport--which has yet to be updated with my married name...]

And this morning, my ankles are back to a normal size. They were still in there, after all.

It feels good to be back.