I am home.  For the past several days, I have been at a remote location.  I was able to collect dinner off of the beach, and tote an AR with me everywhere I went.  I haven’t shaved in three days, and have a slight sunburn.  My days consisted of smelling bacon, salt air, burnt gun powder and the smoke from a wood stove.  I am relaxed.  Very relaxed.  Yesterday, the company I work for was sold, and I don’t really care right now.  I probably have messages on my phone, but I don’t care.  I see I have e-mail, but that can wait.  All that concerns me right now, is a large batch of mussels I gathered off the beach this morning, and my beer.  I am not going to shave.  I am not going to contact the world.  I am not going to check on the news.  I am in that rare state where nothing matters.  Tomorrow, I’ll deal with traffic, the office, bills, etc.  But for now, I remain happy and relaxed.