Funny, I started this weblog with the notion of recording a true journal of my real life. But as I’ve gained a readership and some people (however few) are actually paying attention to what I write here, I find myself more constrained. Case in point: I’ve just gotten back to New Orleans after a week-long visit to Boston. I purposely didn’t post about the trip. I didn’t want to advertise that I was away from home. I didn’t want the world at large to know that Xy was here alone. I’m happy to report that she survived without me. There was a burglary, but it was across the street. As for my trip, I hope to write more soon. Now I should go to bed. I’ve got a hike coming up in a few hours.