that feeling of embarrassment you get when you're sick, or urgently need to use the restroom - and you don't want anyone to know quickly goes right out the door when things get real. i laid down in the aisle. i puked until i was shaking and i finally came out striped down to a tank top, looking like I'd found, and fought every last snake on the plane.
stomach bug, flu, death - whatever, i got it bad.
so, i'm back from dallas - seemingly a two day colon cleansing retreat, hopefully looking two pounds smaller, and with lots of details to show you from the home I'm working on there.
i can't show big pieces of the pie because ideally this sucker would be on the cover of the NYT, WSJ and the journal of psychology (because it's full on wackadoo) all at the same time. but here's what I can share of the space coming together and of some shopping i did in town (btw - i love shopping in dallas. i just like dallas, a lot).
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