We're home. Back in Providence. we got home about 4:30 p.m. yesterday evening, well in advance of dark (thank you, CaST). And it's good to be with Hubero and Selwyn again, and I missed a few of my belongings, but that's the fullest extent to which I'm glad to be back in Providence. Already, I miss Woodstock tremendously. So, I will immerse myself in the mountain of work that is before me and try to ignore this city and it's strange skies and stunted trees.
See, that's the punchline. I am not Providence.
Thank you to the folks who sent me gifts this year. And to Gordon Duke, who sent me sudden, but inevitable, betrayal.
Probably, there are many other things I meant to say. But I only slept four hours last night, and whatever meager energy I have must go into pages 11-15 of Alabaster: The Good, the Bad, and the Bird (#5 and THE END). And maybe page 16, if I've very lucky. I would very much like to finish this by tomorrow night. Tomorrow I'll manage an actual entry, with photos and everything. Probably.