Life of Wry

Even though Peter is ignoring me here (and, adding insult to injury, is probably watching a re-run of one of those animated shows that makes him laugh ’til he cries but runs utterly contrary to everything we’re trying to teach him about humanity), I’m totally going to miss him.  Going to miss Jim too, and our sweet home (as the saying goes), and my friends and coffee mates, and baseball, and Mishka’s poppy seed muffins, and a whole bunch of other things.  In the course of three and a half weeks, I’m expecting some world record home sickness.  But also, of course, expecting to have my mind blown.

Very excited.

So, no time to write this morning; got a plane to catch down in San Francisco.  I’m taking a journal and will jot down a few (gazillion) things (visions of my former self, pre-laptop days).  Have six very sharpened pencils — wheeee!  But, I may also post a time or two from the road, and trail, and various world capitals, as I stumble into wifi zones… we’ll see.

In any case, Life of Wry is on break.  I will back-load some photos to make up for it upon my return.

: سي يو ليتر.

(I couldn’t find a Nepali translator quickly enough, so please settle for Arabic.  In English: see ya later, aligator!)