Back Home!

I"m home, where it's 30 degrees cooler and 10 hours later, and where I sit with the last of the roses and crickets chirping in that restrained way they do in late summer.

I'm awash in the familiar, which seems strange after two weeks in an exotic locale, where traveling was significantly slower and more colorful than a spin on the Beltway.

Right now, I barely know where I am. Somewhere in between, I suppose, which could mean the airspace over India, Iran, Poland, northern Scotland or Labrador.

Maybe I'm hanging out in the ether, or at least my time sense is. All I know is ... If I can remain upright for 90 more minutes I will call it a (very long) day.