it's great to be home, where everything is safe and secure

oops.

Saturday morning, in a familiar place. Last night was the first real full-night's sleep in many days.

I appreciated being in different surroundings, and especially remember Wednesday morning, outside the meeting room before everyone else had arrived, as I sat in a rocking-chair, in the bright early-morning sun, looking at the grounds of the Preserve and listening to the birds.

It's great to live in a world where one can travel freely and securely, with only the minor inconveniences of flight delays. This is in contrast to the lives of the unfortunate Iraquis who initially looked forward to our arrival, as heralding a new, wonderful era for their unfortunate country. Oops.