can you feel the world spinning?

This afternoon I dragged myself home from a test at school and some piano practice at church and managed to shove a heap of luggage, blank postcards, laundry, miscellaneous coins, Ziplock bags and important international documents over enough to make room for a nap. At some moment before deep (!) sleep hit, I overheard a kid in the front yard (must've been one of my sister's piano student's siblings) asking, "Can you feel the world spinning?"

Eureka! I thought. That's my problem!

Jet lag. Crowding deadlines. Decisions to be made. A bank account to balance.

I feel the world spinning.

Poets and their prosaic kin have said enough about travelers and the effects of travel in broadening one's perspective and changing one's view of the world.

So I won't go there.

But it's true.

Anyhow, Blogger is really slow for adding a bunch of pictures at once. It keeps crashing when I try to upload. So . . . it looks like it will need to be done slowly, and even then not completely.

Or I'll accept requests to come visit them in person. There may even be cookies.

On Friday in the French Alps