I've been traveling; I've been busy; I've been quiet.
Not that it hasn't been interesting. Like at LAX, waiting for the now-standard shuttle bus to a remote terminal, there was a giant he/she in a glittered t-shirt and denim shorts, nervously shaking her delicately sandled foot, very hard looks, very tough looking face surrounded by very nice long hair, wearing a hospital wrist-band. These are all good reasons to go out, you don't see this at home.
Perhaps tomorrow I will make a point of actually having something to say.