Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.

Greetings from the lounge in Chicago. Sitting here waiting for the jump back across the Atlantic.

Should have posted more-but just didn’t feel like it. This week was my birthday-so it put in kind of a funk. I still am in a funk-or at the least a bit depressed. This week had me doing a lot of thinking, and being at my old digs in Shopping Mall gave me an acute sense of the one way flow of time. And wondering about decisions made a decisions yet to make.

I hated Shopping Mall-but I did like my house. I liked being able to drive to work with little difficulty. And I liked being paid and valued for my work. Being back was like slipping on comfortable clothes again. Even though I did not do much at night-except watch TV-and maybe shoot out for a beer or two.

I did a lot of thinking-with no conclusions arrived at.

More to follow in the week to come.

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