Pasadena was sort of a strange trip. It felt different than the other trips and weird things happened. But it also had a big impact and I returned energized and inspired. I started in on changes that night and pushed through with some heavy hours until books one and two of my thesis were done. I finished the last painting and tweaked the covers before putting together the relish tray and mashing the potatoes and squash for Thanksgiving. I'm planning on book three for Feb. at the latest, and a first draft of the written part by next contact in Dallas/Ft. Worth. Unfortunately, some of my other interests have been put on maintain mode, but it will be worth it in the end.
I have nothing to say about the above humming bird except that dinner was very, very good.