Today was a Hermit day, something I feel very strongly these last few days.

I don't like to rush. I like to pause, take stock, look around, see if I have everything I need for my adventure on the road.

It's not as if I haven't rushed in my life, and perhaps it is because of all those hectic hours, moving from house to transport to location, and even occasionally, or perhaps not so occasionally, from floor to floor, room to room, project to project that now I say:

No more rushing!

Yesterday, I was searching for the appropriate postcard for Clancy, and dug into one of my stationary boxes. I saw some odd envelopes and discovered a condolesence card. I put it away and thought I don't have anyone to send this to now.

Now today, I hear that C's mom died today.