I did get back home with a record time of not bathing for three days. It was not pretty.
But I slept so incredibly well on the plane, undoubtedly pooped from the previous days’ drama.
I am back now, facing two laptops, trying to deal with the work-that-needs-to-be-done and wondering how long the surreality of 1) going to ulu Iowa 2) getting caught in a catastrophic flood 3) surviving hellish flights to and fro 4) being surrounded by people who actually respect writing will last.
In the meantime, here’s a picture of my happiest moment there – 11th June, Wednesday on a sunny part of the day I was walking around the town on my own just taking in the protons and finding refuge in a bookshop with character, Prairie Lights. What a chair.