Sick in Venice, sick in Orange County. Like an astronaut gasping for air t my re-entry into the atmosphere (of the United States) was not graceful. We touched ground at George Bush International and that couldn’t have been a good sign. Plus, the airplane transported the swine AV10-20-30-940-2 aviation-flu –a new strain.
Miro was fine and after two days at our friends Anna & Matt’s house I felt strong enough to drive. We headed to Orange County to stay with my dad, who was happy to have us there. We set up an air mattress in front of the couches in the living room, and stayed in “bed” for about four more days watching his big screen TV. It was a nice way to relax, maybe it was more similar to “crashing” after a major high. Whatever it was, my body needed the rest before we started our preparations for burning man. Even though I wasn’t feeling so great, it was nice being around my dad for such a long period of time, something I don’t think I ever did in my entire life. Even as a child. That was nice.
It’s August 23rd and I’m feeling better, going to “fly the coop” today, going to head to Justin and Mae’s house in Pasadena to house sit while they are in the Bay for a couple of days. I’m trying to stay out of stress zone, while I think, plan and plot all the last minute things we need to take care of. Planning for our first burn, planning for the rest of our lives. Wow, as I typed this, realized what a responsibility that is. I better get to it.