what route to take

A surprisingly busy day keeps me away from many of the usual routines. Sure, there was breakfast.





...but after, things got rather fast paced. Most of the day is spent working with friends on a trip they'll be taking to Europe later this year. (These are well traveled people, but no matter what your starting point is -- selecting a good itinerary can be a challenge.) In doing this, I thought, of course, a lot about trips I myself would still like to take (there are many). Where to? How often? With what goals for myself? For Ocean?

It's safe to say that a day does not pass when I am not in some way spinning itineraries in my head.


It is a sunny day, but the ice outside makes walking or skiing a low priority and so working over a (standing!) desk feels right. And before I know it, it's dusk and the day is nearly behind me.

I look outside and I see the deer gathering in front of the farmhouse. Whereas a few days ago there were five, tonight there are a dozen. A herd -- Ed says.

Indeed.






I know if I step outside I will spook them. And so I stay in and I look at them and they look at me...





Their flight is so unpredictable!

Or is it? When I finally reveal my presence, they scamper off in familiar directions. Along a path well traveled.


Isis comes down, complaining that he hasn't eaten anything good for the past hour and a half! Sorry, Isis. No more distractions. I'm back in the real world now. Come have you portion of kittie chicken supreme.

I turn on the TV and for one last night I watch the Olympic games.