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Home again

By chaoticutopia on June 12, 2006.

What a trip! We arrived home from Las Vegas late last night, exhausted and overwhelmed. We were only gone four days, but those four days had an incredible impact on me. Between the convention and some intriguing sights along the way, it will take me a few posts to share all that I've learned.

Also, I've been thinking about my first "Ask a Science Blogger" response, which I'm eager to get to. On top of all of that, there is a meme floating about. Whew... I have plenty of writing to look forward to.

First, however, I need to pick up my son from his grandparents' house in Colorado Springs. I miss him, even though it sounds as if he's been having a good time, swimming every day. (This is a pleasant surprise for me... when we dropped him off, he couldn't swim.) So, I'll be back in a few hours, with much to talk about.

Before I go, here's one thing I've learned: It takes a masochist to go four days without checking one's email.

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