Stringer Belle

I know I led you on.  And I shouldn't have.  I ended the year with a flurry of posts and then:  silence.

I'm disappointed in myself.  But what can I say?  I just got to B'more tonight?  And just so happened to be on the same plane as Roommate Claude?  I could say that I almost got a 2nd MMR vaccine yesterday but was saved by electronic medical records at just the right time?  I could say that.  I could say that I am engaged in a battle of wills against the germs infecting my body and the pain creeping up my throat.  I will not get sick just as break gets fun.  I could say that I find returning to B'more oddly comforting, but probably not for the reasons I am supposed to:

Roommate Claude: What do you miss about B'more?

Moi: My room.  Having my own space. What do you miss?

Roommate Claude: Some of the people.  And even classes, I'm ready to be back.

Moi: Oh yeah, people.  Right.  I miss those, too?

But the room.  Oh, I have missed my walls, my stubbornly firm mattress, and my security pillow.  It's good to be back, B'more, here, and everywhere.