There is no such place as Home . . .

[doodlemaier]

For certainly this place is not while H is not here with me. It took all I had plus a couple of beers to aim Konnyeji Wa south back from Philly yesterday morning. I knew this time last week leaving her and driving 4 hours to returning to our empty flat full of cat's vengeful handywork would be impossible; thanks mountainfreak for joining us and providing the impetous I needed to return to trafficland. Sorry if I wasn't much company for the long trip back . . .

Now, if I can only wrangle a bit of that same self-trickery to neutralize my serious de-motivation toward the job I was so rabid to curtail my Christmas visit to return for. I tried to muster another intensive cleaning jag but to no avail. I spent the evening iced and elevated after tweaking something with a subtle twist in the bum-knee.

Please give my Love and gratitude to J & K, and all the best for the coming new year.