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As I type to you now I'm deep inside the town that almost nailed Rudy Rucker to a tree for heresy back in the eighties.

This afternoon I sat down in the hotel room and put my feet up. I was going to read for a bit before venturing out to find some dinner. I'm gone all week, so I packed a few books in my suitcase: Good to Great, a book on playing Go, and a new collection of Harlan Ellison short-stories. (And come to think of it, at least one of the three could get me nailed to my own tree...)

I opened one up to the page held by the grease-stained Hardee's receipt/bookmark (last night's dinner). The loneliness punched me in the gut so hard and sudden that I winced. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is my third night away.

I miss my family. I miss my beautiful wife. I miss our pets. Even if I'll only be gone for a handful more of days. Even if they're only a 3-hour drive away from where I sit.

"The happiness of the domestic fireside is the first boon of Heaven; and it is well it is so, since it is that which is the lot of the mass of mankind."
-Thomas Jefferson