Eight months since I’ve been on a plane, more or less. Reeling from barely five hours sleep to make this flight, hoping against hope that I make my connection, facing up to another two hours in a car at the other end, to spend a week in a remote location in conference with a bunch of people I mostly don’t even know. Feels like a leap into the void, but the location is very hermit-friendly.  Travelling without a laptop, which seems almost transgressive these days.

My phone just pinged to let me know my space between flights has just been shaved to an hour. I hate these transient spaces where everything is just probabilities and numbers.  I also hate running across airports.

Going dark. Going up.