"then will burnt Ryvita be offered on your altar"

I am back home, and, along with my compadre Christian Bugslag from Victoria, I look like I have a mild case of leprosy. But, I do not... just some rather unromantic mosquito bites earned from being a part of the inaugural group of twelve. Anyone have any folk remedies? As soon as I can figure it out, I'll post the video of the snowball fight on top of Battle Mountain. Until then, dave pasivirta, Muryn, and Mira have some photos on their sites, that evoke some of the spirit of the week. Those Opus Dei guys have nothing on you, Dave!
In the words of a beloved Nazarene hymn, the Group of Twelve journey was "joy unspeakable and full of glory."

The refrain of that hymn is:"Joy unspeakable and full of glory, full of glory, full of glory...Joy unspeakable and full of glory, full of glory, full of glory...Oh, the half has never yet been told."
To paraphrase St. Peter, "It was good to be there." And it's also good to be home. Krista and I are enjoying having Gabe with us a little while, and we're all heading out to the Wilco show in a short while. And to quote them, "there's no love as random as God's love..." That's all for now.