Jetlagged, and joyful

I am at my home for the rest of the summer, at the Bishop's Ranch. I got here last night about 10:30, and the first thing I noticed was the stars in the sky. We are definitely out of the city. They have me ensconced in a staff apartment that's really, really nice--and it has a bathtub. I also get to sleep on a futon again, after two years of awful dorm beds and the air-bed I got because the last dorm mattress was intolerable.

I never really adjusted to East Coast time, and I'm not sure what time my body thinks it is right now, but it's quarter past five here and I'm still exhausted. Happy, tired, and here. I'll probably find out today exactly what it is I'm supposed to be doing; the directors and I had a conversation about possibilities in April.

I will write more about last week's conference, later. I'm going to try going back to sleep.