Getting around here is proving to be a bit of a challenge so far. The guy with the car isn't exactly what I would call reliable. Good intentions, but we all know how that goes.
The jetlag is just killing us. I can see my zombie face mirrored in Matt's. I feel sallow and am pleased to be that bright.
And its that usual crew. One of everyone we know is represented pretty much. A few of our special ones don't seem to be present though. The purell stations have not been drooled over and the wit doesn't have the right bite. But its still what you would expect.
Although I have to say that I did not expect wine and beer in Target. And no liquor in wal mart. But one thing they both have is middle escalators just for your carts. Keeps them level and everything. Jim got so excited he had to try it. If I'd have put mine on, it would have been a carnival ride for Emma. I don't know that she would have appreciated that.
The group seems slow to warm up, but maybe that will change. I reached out to someone else with a car because I can't be waiting around for this other dude. And I'd love to hang out with some people I have more in common with. So far, Emma has been my best companion. But everyone adores her. How could you not?
Learned a lot despite my zombie status, and am looking forward to tomorrow. I his hope I'll be more awake. I'm trying so hard to suck in all this amazing information. And talk about stress relief to have Emma sleeping and playing in her bag by my feet.
So here's to tomorrow and what it may hold. More brain expansion, getting to know the group a bit better, more ice consumption, and a continued bonding with the little one. She is doing remarkably well behavior-wise. But I'm afraid she's a tad racist. I'm hoping all this social exposure will do her some good.
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