A bit of a revision to the last post...we did not continue on to New Orleans and fly home from there. Though the details are blurry, I'm told I was eating absurd amounts of food, sleeping lots, and not really making much sense. So, after another visit to the ER for a Catscan in Tallahassee, we instead flew to Manchester, NH late on the night of Sunday the 15th. Margaret went back to St. Johsnbury, VT with her folks, and I returned to Scarborough, ME, with mine. This past week I continued to eat like it was my job, sleep about 16 to 18 hours a day, not make a lot of sense, and not remember many things. But just in the past two days, I finally feel like myself again! Hallelujah.
So, much to my disappointment, we did not make it to our end destination, and therefore will not be posting pictures of the Big Easy...but we had a hell of a time on the way there! Maybe someday we'll make it there together. I am so thankful for Ken Middleton, the paramedic who helped us out, Mike McDonald, and Margaret. Thanks to them I got home in one piece!
There is at least one thing to stay tuned for - when I get my act together some more I will post a picture of my bent bike fork, and maybe some more pictures from the trip! But for now, Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!