Hi! Checking in, real time, to say hello, and that

1. Seattle was great, but
2. I had the worst cold of my life, but
3. I would do it again just as it was — it was that worth it.

I am home, wiped totally and completely out, and am letting myself fantasize about a trip to Paris. In this fantasy, I am healthy and own a full wardrobe of neckerchiefs, kicky flats, and whimsical capris. I spin around the city on a little aqua bike with a basket on front, full of flowers. Then I lie on the ground and eat four full-size baguettes with seven kinds of full-fat dairy accoutrements.

I am hoping that I win a trip to Paris, so that everyone is extraspecially jealous of me. I am kindly supplying the link to the contest (closing shortly) so that you can enter too. But you have to bring me if you win. My four years of high school French doesn’t grow on trees, you know.

Here’s the link to the trip contest. Wander around Jordan’s fantastic site while you’re at it.