Weeks spent away from home are for me, seemingly, a break-even event, at the best of times. Trying to sleep in a strange bed; with noises of unknown origin, for all their familiarity. Unfamiliar tastes and smells… different rhythms to daily sounds. A month ago, or so, I posted from within the same situation. But it only took a few hours for me to find my center.. or the center. Anyway, a center was found, and allowed the week-long event to be endured with a rather larger dollop of grace than is my wont.