I don't think I could have planned a better vacation than the one I recently concluded.

I planned that one, but didn't follow the plan.

I was touching base with the family, then heading to the Caribbean and Mexico.

I touched base with family. Then I changed my mind.

I went fly fishing. I've never enjoyed fishing and I'd not planned to fly fish. My brother-in-law, Tony, lent me a pole and I thought I'd try it out. Now I get distracted in the middle of a busy day thinking of when I might be able to get back out and try it again. I loved it. I want more.

My sisters have made the most enjoyable human beings I've ever met. To miss a day of their lives is to miss a dozen of the most profoundly enjoyable novels and thirty-seven soul-shaking poems and sixteen beautiful songs and lots of laughs and silly indulgences. Am I crazy to live so separate from them? Yes. But here I am...

My trans-planet vacation is yet to come and still to come but I cannot regret my recent travels.

I am returning to my muddiest roots day by day. I soon shall be recognizable only to my mother's gynecologist.