Woke in the Cranbury Hampton Inn from dreams of alien landings while hanging out with SSM and getting fired, something about drugs, Carolyn Horvath finding an uncalibrated balance in a lab drawer and Raj saying, “we can’t go back now.”
But I am going back home today after two weeks of being gone. I told Andi on the phone last night, as I stood in the empty construction trailer, that this week I’d observed a shift in feeling from wanting to be more at home in Ann Arbor to wanting more to be out here. We’ll see how that holds when I return to the familiar and good of Miller Ave, wife, daughter, friends and family.
