London Looming Large

In four days I leave for London. Alone. Land of Disreali and Gladstone, Wordsworth and Blake, Turner and .... another English painter... hmmm. Guess I better spend some time at the British Museum. I am pineing already for family, and fall here at home.... but realize that we travel in order to change. That I am ready for- despite the angst.

Last week I was in San Francisco. Convention time. The wealth and the winos.... too much. But it was wonderful to see family. Still, all in all, I would prefer to just be home for a while. Not working. Not swamped. Just home.