We three kings of Orient are....

I'd been feeling weak and delicate, my head heavy and pounding and my stomach queasy and without appetite (yeah, a sure sign something was wrong!), and all of me carsick from a week of driving and being on the go. I was bummed I had worn myself down to sickness, but Grant picked me up from the airport, brought me back to his apartment, and made no demands of me, so I could sleep and sleep and sleep. And I woke up this morning feeling so much better and thankful.

Merry Christmas!

What I have in store for the next month is another kind of pilgrimage -- not a trek through the mountains and wilderness areas, but one through hustle-bustling cities to see family, here in the states and abroad. I'm excited for sure, but I better make sure I'm rested up!