It's not without anxiety that I'm all geared up and ready to head out. It's been 15 months since I got on an airplane and, to be frank, the staying home part of this pandemic has been mostly good. I know how fortunate I am to be able to say that, but I say it nonetheless.
It's a little autumnal outside, so I am feeling a touch like Pushkin in November 1830, preparing to leave Boldino and the period of his greatest productivity. Not to flatter myself unduly.
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