And just like that ... I'm here.
Back out the other side of a phenomenal week, a phenomenal job, a massively exhausting yet totally exhilarating experience.
300 delegates for 5 days in arguably the busiest week of the year in Cape Town.
(Truly, a few days before I tried to find 4 rooms in the city for some visiting guests (as a favour to one of our funders). I phoned THIRTY-EIGHT hotels, guesthouses, B'nB's - there wasn't a room to be had!)
The week was amazing. Filled with its share of challenges and near-fuck-ups and moments of glory.
We marched through the streets of Cape Town protesting unethical mining practises ...
... we hosted one of the greatest women in Africa, Madam Graca Machel ...
... and we listened to the SONA chaos at what felt like the edge of the world.
There was the usual mix of divas and dramas, of scheduling crises and hysterical giggles. There was even a hilariously sad tale of a lost delegate, but I'm planning on doing a podcast about that.
And this past weekend there was a joyful return home - to two small girls who'd missed their mum, and a husband who was a total daddy hero, two mad dogs, two grumpy cats, a lake full of coots and a house full of laundry.
We're on the other side, and it's nice here.