Blowing in the 9th Ward.

There are days like this one.

A quiet day. After a long trip.

I don’t know if it’s so much that I want to be quiet, or I feel like I have no idea where I am. Or, what time it is. You’ve probably had days like that. After a certain amount of decompression — maybe six months — it’ll get better.

Happy Sunday. Or Monday, if that’s where you are.