A Concord Sabbatical.

I went out to C-Town on the spur of the moment Friday night, and stayed until late Sunday. I didn’t click a mouse, drink anything other than seltzer water, worry about work or otherwise obsess for about 36 hours – and it was lovely. I abandoned any additional zany St. Patrick’s day related plans, after the debaucle that was Thursday night, and I decided to get all ‘small-towny’ for the remainder of the weekend.

I lived in Concord from 88-95 and have developed a real affinity with the place. To this day, I like to try and get out around once a month – Many of my friends still live in town and there’s always people to see and places to stay. It’s amazing how much fun hiking, dog-walking and bonfire-building can actually be. City living must be getting to me after 5 years.

I guess I’m feeling more and more like it’s time for me to stop bathing, move into a secluded cabin in the woods and start writing my manifesto. The accompanying letter bombs and anthrax Fed-Exes will come in due time.