Back On This Planet

The month of April has been far too disruptive.

It began with having to put our cat Scotty to sleep. (Thanks to so many people who wrote to me about this.) Then in the midst of our grief, we had four days to get a year's worth of clutter organized into something our accountant could transform into a tax return. Then, because we'd cancelled our Christmas trip to Virginia because of Scotty's care issues, which suddenly were no longer an issue, we made a whirlwind five-day trip to Virginia, and just got back very late Tuesday night.

"Gee, but it's great to be back home! Home is where I long to be." (Paul Simon)

I'm sort of waking up now. Twelve hours on a train (each way!), if nothing else, gives you a lot of time to think. And plan. More on that to follow.