Some days I wake up and have no idea where I am. Sometimes it is an interesting sense of disorientation, sometimes disturbing. You cannot get used to anything when nothing is in its proper place long enough to allow it.

My life has a certain inevitability about it. Part of that seems to involve being constantly on the move. In the last few months, I have moved from one campus to another campus and now to a building midway between both as a result of work. My tiny apartment remains the same though the people around it keep changing and more often than not disappearing.

Tonight, I will be back home but only until tomorrow morning when I drive the 120 miles back here again.

On the plus side, the 6mm Roman figures seem to be moving closer and closer to completion with a significant number of cavalry painted and a bunch more in process. Additionally, I finally decided on a look for the RAFM 15mm Traveller figures and they are looking pretty good. I have put a moratorium on figure purchases though I do not know how long it will last. The huge array of miniatures remains an island of tranquility in a steadily deteriorating world.