Yes, ladies and gents, I'm home. Sort of. I don't live here. Haven't for years now. But it's home. I'm home on vacation. That's how convoluded my life is at the moment. [Think....phone cord. That's right, phone cord. Twisted all to hell and just when you've pulled it into some semblance of a nice straight line, shit! The person at the other end has let go, and you're left in a twisted mess again.] Metaphors are my life. But I'm not complaining now. I can't. I home and surrounded by the people that I adore. [They worship me, of course.] It reminds me that my life is good. As long as I'm home on vacation.