Ollie Ollie Oxen Free

"Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts."

-Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

Back home after some exciting flying last week--Perry to Milledgeville for lunch with a high school buddy to discuss a new business venture, then to Cape May, New Jersey just to see it, then to Andover to visit the kids (JFK Approach amended my flight plan four times in the incredibly busy airspace over NYC, which was the opposite of fun), then departing to the west in gale force winds and light rime icing to get back here, to go home.

The young man at the FBO at KELM welcomed us back, then drove me over to the passenger terminal to pick up the truck. We spent the weekend working on cleaning up the lake place, which was a total mess (Peg's working on it as I write this), and today's my first real "workday" in a while.

But who can work with this view?

And of course, we're both a little muddy headed after stiff-arming bedtime last night because we didn't want to let go of the moment on the patio with this spread before us.

But work I must (how did it get to be 10 o'clock?), and I have to say I dislike it far less after four months of basically working half-time while in Manhattan. As close to a sabbatical as I'll ever get.

So time to clean up and start driving down the hill, back to lovely Corning. Peg's first day back after a month off is tomorrow, which she's dreading. I think the rhythm of a quotidian summer will do us both good after an amazing spring.