Finally...

My stomach is no longer a cesspit of gas and, umm, discomfort. I am healthy again. Just in time for the weekend and my trip to Uruguay. Thank you Immodium and Gatorade.

Life is good, again.

Now, time to pack and color my hair. I'm constantly surprised at how many people think my red-headness is natural... I've had red hair for over a year, now, and in Seattle, it still takes me a moment that when some moron is yelling 'Hey, Red' they're trying to get *my* attention. Of course, it just annoys me. It's not like I get the opportunity to yell back 'Hey, Jackass'. Unless, of course, I want to risk my personal safety.

On the plane to Buenos Aires, there was a small boy wandering around the front of the plane, without or ahead of his parents, and the pilot pointed him out to me thinking I was the mother. All because the boy had red hair and so do I.