April 9, 2004
I am becoming a true master of managing the fine details. I remembered in the nick of time the errands to be done before leaving Saturday morning. The regular shuttling back and forth causes its own set of problems, of logistics to be sorted out, determining which items to duplicate in both homes, chores to be scheduled and completed. And it has me questioning what is "home" anymore? I say "home" and as readily mean the Gatehouse as Crimson Tower. The word home has come to designate where I will be sleeping on any given night more than anything else.