Spacial Relations

In case you haven't noticed, or especially if you have, I've been on a self-imposed hiatus of late.  Actually, exile is more to the point.  With Zoe's school last year a healthy driving distance from our house, which, to be fair, isn't close to anything, I spent most of 2010 criss-crossing the county.  Unable to make it back home during the day, every morning I had to pack as if I were moving to Japan.  With that much rubber to burn and environmentalists to piss off (my brother and father are at the top of the list), one would hope some positive self-reflection would emerge as I bopped my head to the great existentialist Katy Perry and inadvertently tailgated cop cars.  As tank after tank emptied, I realized how much I missed my home, particularly my office.  My space is far more cluttered than the rest of my house and with some items that are decidedly un-office-like.  I don't typically don a blue polka dot toddler-sized raincoat to write.  But I do enjoy my gifted AMY O paperweight.  I guess it's the raincoat and the paperweight combined that make this room so quintessentially me.  Not to rest on that, the raincoat and its brethren are due to exit the premises.  I will get to it.  And I will get back to this. 

Comments

[Amy]

Welcome back! Missed you!

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