It is, and she is "feeling the burn" because she's overdoing (as usual). I'll be back tomorrow in time for supper.

Oh, yeah -- healing. Here are some photos from the Honor Flight I was on. All but one person from the same National Guard unit that was called up in 1968 and served (except for me) in Vietnam. The one person who wasn't part of the call-up was a US Navy veteran who is the father of one of the guys who WAS called up. This trip WAS healing for more that a few of the guys. Said one to me, "When we got back and got off the buses they immediately had a big parade for us. But ya know, not one of us wanted to march in a parade and listen to politicians make speeches. We wanted to see our wives and families and have a cold beer. Those speeches were an awful thing to do. It hurt! And all they said was how great they were for sending us, like the governor and all had a choice."

Me, I got there late and didn't get in on the parade. I got to sit in the Seatac airport overnight, vets from Korea and Vietnam on one side of the aisle and Woodstock returnees on the other glaring at each other and the cops walking around every fifteen minutes or so making sure that nobody did anything regrettable...the vets wouldn't start anything, they were tired of fighting, and the Woodstock folks were afraid of the kill-crazy, baby-burning, drug-crazed, extremely tired veterans. So we got along pretty well.