Ken... my phrasing is drug-induced and odd. Basically, having you not around is like having this only somewhat-expected large gaping hole here... I keep poking at it as if expecting something to just appear to fill it, or for it to just be my imagination, or whatever... over time I'll poke less, it'll seem less odd, until eventually it'll just feel normal...

...but for now it's like having a tooth pulled (except without the pain, blood, clamps, or smart-ass dental assistants). There's a hole there, and it is confusing my metaphorical tongue.

And apparantly my real one, judging from how well the words are coming out tonight. *wry grin*

Anyway, good luck on the rest of your trip!

'An Rie, if you read this... Arrasto is the person you were wondering about.