Home Again

Our bodies are slowly re-orienting to the 9-hour time difference; it is amazing how productive I can be at 3 a.m. Our flights home were flawless, but long (2 hours to London, then 11 to Phoenix with a 2 hour layover in London). Harold and Rosemary Armbrust met us at Sky Harbor and whisked us home.
It is amazing how quickly it seemed as though we never left... how does that work? (If we were suddenly back in Paris, I am sure it would seem the same there.)
Happily, things were pretty good at the house. Ninety percent of the courtyard landscaping survived. Liz' car had a dead battery (it was six years old... not bad). A few bills needed IMMEDIATE attention, which they received. (The amount of mail that accumulates in 90 days is staggering; thanks, Cindy, for tending to that.) There were some high-tech matters to address that (of course) took more time to correct than expected. But all-in-all, no complaints.
I have made a few short visits to the church, and Liz goes back to work tonight. This Sunday will be "Reunion Day" at church, and Clint Reynolds will turn over the keys to my office... I hope. A lunch {free} will follow the service, and we will share briefly about my sabbatical and the church's renewal program.
For those who have followed this blog, I hope you have enjoyed the adventure with us. I will be preparing several presentations, so feel free to invite me to share one of them (e.g., Pilgrims in England; Pilgrims in Holland; Pilgrims in Plymouth; Monasteries; Provence (France); Alsace (France); Paris).
Onward.