I had a couple of drinks (literally; that's not colloquial for "I got plastered"), discussed the story of Cain and Abel with a friend, and soon after took a drive up the mountain road to ponder among the stars and witness people speeding up the winding highway in their rice rockets.
It is relatively horrid to be back "home" but, perhaps now more than ever, I realize that this is unlikely to be a permanent settlement. Life is too grand to have sport at the same places, with the same company, and under the same sky every night. Taking to the road is coming soon.