alexpgp | Musings...

It occurs to me that yesterday's figure of 180 days away from home really doesn't tell the whole story. There were trips when I was in Houston, but with Galina; there were times I was home and Galina was not. Without going back and trying to get a fix on my life in terms of some latitude of "vagabond" and longitude of "homebody," I think it's safe to say I spent most of last year apart from loved ones. There's an essay in there, somewhere.

The work plate remains empty, which gives me a chance to play catch-up in other areas, which I should go do now.

Cheers...