We are off again tomorrow. And this time over night. It will be strange. I am wedded to being at home, mostly. And yet, to feast my eyes on that glorious city and those kind friends once more will be a joy. Carry us there safely and then home again.
That piece of writing was a hard one. And now it needs to be cut. It is too long. Such is the professional writing, no room for sentiment. Heigh ho.
