blur and blah

Back in el DF after a whirlwind trip to Chicago & its environs. Long story around that one, and longer & more complicated analysis of the few days there. Suffice it to say that I cried myself to sleep last night, feeling really disoriented, disjointed, and alien - some old crap, some new challenges - and, as was pointed out to me today by a colleague, no small measure of 'reverse culture shock'.

So now I'm back in Mexico City for just one more week. A week from tonight we'll be on a plane headed back to Portland... indefinitely. We get the cats back on Friday, which is tantamount to saying "Yep. Back." Will see my parents then, too, and see how mom's hospice stuff is going.

And somewhere in there - I go back to work.

Oh yeah - watched "Office Space" last night - not for the first time, but I'm sure it contributed to the already toxic soup that was my brain and psyche. I felt the stress drop off me like weights when I walked off the plane at the airport this afternoon.

Tomorrow - Teotihuacán. There's a group from the parish associated with the kid's school here in town - a pilgrimage trip, similar to the one I took with them last year. They're doing the pyramids tomorrow, and it's a nice walk, so we'll head on over too. Will be good to see a few friends, but we're not going to jump wholesale on the tour group... need more flexibility for the kid, and more access to my beloved Metro.

Anyway - this is just about as disjointed as I felt last night, but mostly just tired now, and much more at peace. More when I get a more stable Internet connection... including a few photos from Chicago, maybe.