I am now home, after getting home Sunday (flight problems left us grounded a night in Amsterdam), sleeping, driving to the beach, listening to papers, giving my urban sprawling what-the-hell? essay on Sellars, listening to papers, driving back home, and finally really and truly getting home. I am now back in my office, prepping to begin the Seven Deadly Sins. I am tired–but not complaining. It’s been a wonderful and exhausting month. Good to be home again again.