Whenever we travel, have a really good time, and are in recovery from a long car ride, there tends to be a decompression that occurs in the days after we return home. The house immediately looks like a war zone, Fuller gets a bit testy from lack of attention, and I feel like I’m in a funhouse trying to find the exit and return our lives to normal.

We got home last night and I knew today would be rough. I figured Tebow would be wrapped up discontent and Fuller would be demanding and uncooperative. And I was pretty much right on the money.

Now it is time to debrief by uploading pictures to flickr and putting words to the memories we want to keep from the trip. But first, I have to take advantage of the fact that Tebow is finally asleep.

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