…saves nine, what do three stitches after a fall do?

Apart from the cool scar, I’m good. So far the trip has been all about rain, babies, shopping, more rain, more babies, food, random jet-lag-induced naps, three-hour hikes in rainforests, yet more rain, and yet more babies. It’s starting to feel as familiar as it gets.

Interesting noticings:

1) I miss Chicago, and I miss winter. I miss pottering around my little apartment and drinking coffee on the sofa, then shrugging on my parka and heading out into the cold.

2) After ten years away, I’m finally a tourist in my own town. I go to concerts swarming with ang mohs, I find myself shocked by the sheer scale of commerce in this tiny little city, and my old hangouts are barely recognizable. I’ve still got my accent, though, even though I refuse to produce it on command for A.

3) I’m having a really hard time detaching from work, and I think I need to figure that out soon before I ruin things for myself. I’ve only had to do half a day’s worth of work so far, but I can’t seem to get it off my mind.

Oosh — the babe is calling from down the stairs. We’re off to engage in some more commerce. More later.