Returning to rest.

I'm back from my travels. My route was longer than expected, and a few extra items were added to my itinerary, like a funeral and some mathematics lessons for my 80 year old grandfather.

On the way back I listened to part of Crusader's Cross, a James Lee Burke novel about the tumultuous life of an ex-alcoholic, ex-homicide detective from Louisiana.

From it a random quote struck my mind's ear poetically, sounding like a refined version of a message that several of my friends (*cough*80*cough*) have been trying to get across.

"You're a good man, everyone seems to know that except you."

I thought it simultaneously apropos and moderately inaccurate.