I realised a while back that I hadn't flown since I returned from the great white north two and a half years ago: and this Friday I travel to a conference on the west coast. For some reason, I'm really not looking forward to the trip. Perhaps it's just being away from the family for a few days, perhaps it is because security restrictions have just plain made flying unpleasant, who knows. I don't think that I'm nervous about it, just that I don't want to go.
Oh well.
Yours, feet stuck firmly into mud,
N.
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