I’ve been away 45 days.
Mid-Noverber, I, with my trusty work laptop on my back, ran away from here, and into the green hills of a land I used to call Home … and am getting used to calling it that again.
Where town plaques like this are considered normal:
Where someone’s old castle is also your hotel:
Where pure Welsh joy like the Stereophonics is played on every day radio:
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Two days ago, KLM and I spent 6 hours of 20 travelling hours chasing the sunset over the Atlantic.
In case you’re wondering, the Sun won at about 40,000 feet over Boston.
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And because I’m hardwired nutty, I arrived early early Friday and was answering work emails by noon.
Will I ever learn?
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So. I need at least today to wake up and catch up and not drink coffee at inappropriate times like 4:38 this morning.
Then I’ll shall return to share the memories and burden the internet with the ramblings from my brain.
Happy Saturday.