It’s been a wonderful and productive trip. I’ve spent lots of time with family and friends, I’ve gone to a few museums, seen a movie (“Crazy Heart” which was fantastic) and a concert (the incredible South African singing group Ladysmith Black Mambazo), eaten in terrific restaurants, avoided a huge winter storm.  But since I’ve been traveling so much over the past several months, I knew I needed this to be a working holiday. And l must admit I’ve accomplished quite a bit:
          finished writing a short story
          started to think about what I’ll need to do to edit my poetry collection ( a lot!)
                        kept up with my blogs
                        kept up with my emails
                        worked on organizing the CurvingRoad fundraiser
                        critiqued a friend’s play

Not bad.  But although it’s been a fun and productive trip, I’m looking forward to landing back in London tomorrow.  I need to be home.  I need to settle down again and get back to my (new) regular routine.  I suppose I’m very lucky to be able both to love when I travel and love when I go home.  So, as I prepare to brave the incredible Boston cold one more time and see Number 2 Son again before I head off, I’m thinking about: