Away

I'm heading out for "home" tomorrow, bright and early. I may stay up all night in anticipation, in which case, you may hear from me again.

I asked, "Do you want me to come home?" Why that word, I don't know. Maybe to comfort her, that some things might stay the same as she loses loved ones.

This trip is going to be a sad and troubling one. So says my dreams this last week.

I may write here; I may not. I'll be writing something, as deadlines don't wait.

Here's the latest essay.