1. I wasn't exactly lightning quick getting out the door this morning to begin my drive back to Kellogg.
No matter.
Terry prepared a delicious and bracing breakfast: sausage from a family grown pig (Sarah raised it), scrambled eggs, and pancakes.
I was ready to crawl north on I-205, whiz east on I-84, blast up I-82 and across the top of the Tri-Cities on I-182, rocket up US 395 to Ritzville, and then fly east to Kellogg on I-90. I latted up a couple of times and stopped twice for fuel and made stops at three rest areas.
2. I had a lot of time to think on this 8.5 hour drive.
Mostly I thought about how everyone I visited on this trip are simply superb people and great friends.
I was nourished, stimulated, uplifted, and at ease with everyone I saw, all the conversations I had, and all the time we spent together.
I was in great spirits when I arrived in Oregon, but somehow my friends and our time together raised my already high spirits even higher.
3. Likewise, I was very happy to return to Kellogg. Debbie and I had a long and very thoughtful conversation about a wide variety of things almost immediately upon my return. I also enjoyed a great reunion with Copper who seemed very happy to be at my side again after a nearly ten day separation.
I'll also add that I was around a lot of people, sometimes in small spaces. I ate some foods that are listed as high risk for me post-transplant. I wore a mask at the Oregon Contemporary Theater, at the casino, and at the Irish jam. I took some risks. I exercised precautions, too.
Now, here I am, back home, having been with a bunch of people and having done a bunch of fun stuff, and I'm well.
It seems to me that my immune system is working pretty well. I thought this trip would be a good test. I hoped my system would pass the test and, as of today (Friday), it appears that nothing I did or ate made me sick.
I'm telling you: for me, this is HUGE.
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