A return, a promise.

So: when I blew town early Thursday morning, I had my laptop and my camera on my back, and I fully intended to find a way to put up a post at least saying that I was going to be away for a couple of days. But then my hotel didn't have internet, and I got caught up in spa-going (seriously) and in incessant walking and in several hard-core, intense bouts of work (though still not writing--still the assembling and brewing phase, frustrating though that phase's prolongation always is to me). And I didn't pay my £1 for 20 minutes of internet time at an internet cafe, and so you didn't know where I was or how long I'd be away. I hope that I'm just flattering myself by hoping that no one was worrying; I realize that this was one of the first times I've gone away without telling you more explicitly that I'd be gone.

Anyhow: my journey to the spa town of Bath was every bit the restorative trip that I'd hoped it would be, and tonight, following a stop-off for an astounding theatre event, and some time on a double-full train (after our non-stop train was stopped at a local station and passengers from a broken-down train poured into our cars), I have returned home.

The promise is that you'll get a better dispatch about my exploits from me tomorrow.