Well, back at my desk I find I have relatively little new to say, old chums, except that I'd like to get out of here again. You know, I work in the same place I live -- in the same room I sleep -- and it surprises me, or not, to discover, after half a century, that being inside for too long drives me flukin STIR-CRAZY. Has this been the problem all along?
I have an absolute need for breezes, just as I do for solitude and for daily exposure to good prose.
In addition, within 24 hours of the heat coming on I start getting congested and unless I get out of there fast I cough all winter.
There are several places I'd like to drive or fly in the near future.
Meanwhile,I have belatedly discovered the secret method of leaving the house: open the door!
I do, however, have a lot of paying work in December to keep me sitting but not awakened, so I'm thinking I probably won't post very much this coming month. I type too much already.