Tired

I have survived my first full day of Minnesota. I am far busier than I planned for, despite having had my hands on a full agenda and despite knowing that I would be hellabusy. I've only been here one day so far, and I'm honestly not sure how much more information my head can hold. I'm tired, I'm dirty, and I have a headache the size of the ten-thousand lakes.

Mr. J tells me my beloved Paper is mourning my absence by staring at the front door and behaving sadly. I don't know how Mr. J is mourning my absence, but I'm sure it involves throwing my pillow on the floor and watching the History Channel.