Into Africa

And what a go-ahead it was to get here.  Wine-fuelled packing and a 3:30AM wakeup to cancelled flights and no good options.  The epic Toronto fog led to one of the most convoluted and expensive of approaches, culminating in a late night car rental and overnight drive from Ottawa to Pearson.  Ridiculous addition to the annals of the traveling capers.  Add to that the luggage missing its connection, the rebooking of a Foreshore hotel and then the pilot strike cancelling the direct to Livingstone.  A day late all around, it seems, but we made it and AA rolled through it all with aplomb, finding the right Zen moments for sleep to take the pressure off his parents.

That has been needed, unfortunately.  Something is not quite clicking this time yet, not sure how to address or approach, as any comment has the potential to set off a processing explosion.  Self control,  wonderful, failures to listen or understand, the sleeplessness dragging everything and alcohol combustible - strangely you not being the one to worry about.  

In any case, the Falls yesterday a dream, the hosts here at Royal welcoming you back as ever.  So much accomplished in two years since the first arrival it defies belief.  The little smiler charming all comers, the animals popping up in unexpected quarters, the pool refreshing, and the cheap gin hitting the amygdala just so.  Hopefully it comes good for Mama.  Maybe there's a nervousness, maybe a homesickness coming back, maybe insecurity, maybe husband just too annoying.  Work on it, buddy.

Time to go take a picture of some Zebras by the pool...  it will turn out.  How will it?  I don't know, it's a miracle.