Who Says You Can't Go Home?

So here I am flying back to Rochester for the final seminary class. I feel like a ping-pong ball. Not that I mind. The two classes fit together so nicely - one the history of the nation of Israel straight through to the Church today, the other the history of music in the Bible straight through to today. I couldn't have planned it better if I tried.

It's just that I woke up not feeling well - some stomach bug with a headache thing. At least I am not driving. I can sleep on the planes (of course the one from Milwaukee to Chicago takes longer on the runway than in the air - I think we might have seen fifteen minutes airborn). A couple times I was worried I might need to make an emergency trip to the "water closet" (what else can you call it on a plane?) but the feeling passed. I managed to get a ginger ale when the cart came 'round to settle my stomach.

We landed right at 2, just as schedule, a straightforward and non-cancelled flight, and I did manage to take care of all the little errands I needed to do before class time. When I walked into the room, I have never heard such excitement and buzz. Everyone was so relieved to be done with that monster paper that they were just flying. Good thing, because I needed the energy to keep going, the day having started a bit early.

Then the boys and I went grocery shopping after which we watched a movie. My tummy was happy and grumpy on and off all day. I sure was glad to flop into bed, hoping everything settles down since tomorrow I *am* driving and I would prefer not to do that feeling ill.

So you can go home and pick up right where you left off, paying bills, running errands, taking classes, cleaning house and hugging kids. You just have to make sure you remember to bring the right set of keys!