But duty and my father called, and so I had to return to San Diego and then back to Boston to resume the rigors of journalism and pay my roommate his rent check. And so I’m back in my beloved Beantown living again amongst kilometers of snow and the pained looks of people who haven’t been to the Original Swensens. And since I like to reflect, I would say that this was a very productive exile. The trip afforded me the opportunity to entirely re-create the middle of my book, I was able to enjoy not less than two a-ha! moments, I hashed out an intense outline of the end, and–on the plane–I was able to sort out three vignettes that I’d previously had little-to-no-idea how to deal with before my computer died and I started watching Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium sans volume. Of course, I could’ve done more work and spent less time cavorting and gallivanting, but I like to think that my brain was processing and making connections during the down time. Right? Right? Totally.
The Father-Son Relationship Quote of the Day: After sampling my Clif Bar brand Mojo Bar (mountain mix flavor): “Your fancy-pants energy bars are too crunchy.”
Thank you for staying tuned during my brief respite on the Left Bank. Without your love, support, and offers to tri-habitate, I can honestly say I would’ve done much, much less. We will now return to our regularly scheduled program of blog entries. But since I kind of dig writing more frequently, I’ll try and do this sort of thing more often. And as a reminder, you guys/girls have a say in the matter. This is America, man. So if you’re interested in seeing more of a type of entry, or quiz or anything, feel free (as always) to speak on it in the Comments or send me a (handwritten!) note via snail mail. I’m now off to make snarky (but well-timed!) comments to myself while watching the Oscars.
Why am I kind of nervous to see the hippies tomorrow?