a) This morning brought the cold reality of being Canadian. Literal, cold reality. Frost and snow reality. (I swear there were bell-ringers traipsing through the streets yelling, “…bring out your fleece…”.) I really thought there’d be more time.
b) I’ve been feeling the tug of wanderlust, torn between adventure for the sake of adventure; a comfortable jaunt to see old friends; or a journey home seeking solace. I’m surprised this urge to travel is even in my peripheral…shocked at how strong the pull is. It feels like a delayed ‘flight’ response to the disappointments and challenges of the last twelve months…I know I don’t have much ‘fight’ left.
c) I’m a little homesick. If you know me, you know I’m choking on those words.
To distract from these disquieting tidbits – I watch Robert Lucas de Pearsall’s “Duetto buffo di due gatti”…you should too: (no, seriously, Dude!, watch this)