The Blogosphere & The Biological
Hello friends! The blogosphere has reeled me in. I am so charmed by everyone else entries and updates. Here is a decidedly tangential first entry. I'm cutting up I-79 North, launching myself past roads I see 4-5 times a week, for work, onto roads I see 4-5 times a year, for holidays, or for when the weather reaches a particular type of niceness that makes me long for my childhood backyard and the farm across the street. I'm moving from the mundane to the familiar. Aforementioned backyard circa 2021 This is a day trip, a heretofore uncommon occurrence, to my dad's house. The 4 hours there and back used to feel insurmountable, but now that my work commute is 3 hours that amount of time seems... negligible. Funny how the impossible becomes inconsequential with practice. There is something to be said here about the human spirit. But, I am not going to be the one to say it. After 2020, a year in which I did not see my hometown once, I started some traditions to mark my