This is a bookmark my coworkers fashioned for me from a piece of legal-pad paper, their tender love, and the sweat of their respective brows. They also regularly referenced my “Mormon metro card.” (temple recommend)

Worth noting:
· Deena began sketching the Salt Lake Temple with pencil and blue pen. She completed the middle and left portions. Then, she wrote to the right: “And the Lord, on the seventh day, saw everything was good. Man, good, land, good, water good—Mormon good. And he was pleased.”
· I wanted William to have a part in finishing the temple, but Deena hadn’t left him any room, what with her paragraph-writing escapade to the right. So, he did the only reasonable thing and used a black pen to draw the portion of the temple that would usually appear on the righthand side on the left.
· William added the “Mormons only!” flag and the giant “AMEN.”
· I adore this bookmark.

I guess I’d forgotten about the humidity here. Or maybe in my five years away, Georgia grew some new humidity. Or, maybe my body grew some new places from which to pour sweat. Like my ears.

Either way, I still haven’t gotten used to seeing my bedroom window in the morning in all its dewy goodness, and fully expect a giant tentacle to slap across it one day as I ready myself for work.

Soon, there will be talk of where I’ve been hiding, mostly going certifiably crazy, the last year. Soon, there will be talk of what happened in November, then December, then January, February, and March. Soon, there will be talk of why I’ve been in Georgia since the beginning of Spring, just as the snow and ice began to thaw and just as I began recovery. Soon, I will be back in Utah, where it feels like I belong. And soon, there will be talk of how that scares me out of my mind and away from my body sometimes. Soon, I guess.