The news of a visiting friend marked the ebb of a typical Monday blues. It’s been really trying to be confined to a four times twelve three cube for eight hours (or more) straight daily ever since I bit the bullet and bid farewell to my somewhat wild field days.

I might have gained more personal time; I might have found the rest that I needed oh so badly then. But why did I also find a restlessness that I can’t quite still deep down in me?

I could almost hear the cries of my abandoned toolbag in my room. Mmphh.