The floor is still pitching now and I'm walking the dog in my bathing suit in the shocking Chicago cold, so it'll take me a couple of days to get my docksiders off and my Writing Boots on.
The trip was full of communication insights, of course, those being the only kinds of insights I ever have.
But the main idea is that there is no interpersonal misunderstanding or suspicion or disrespect so great that it can't be ameliorated by a week of endless nights spent staring into one another's darkened faces in the cockpit of a sailboat in the middle of an infinite black ocean.
More on that soon.
Meanwhile, it's good to be back, my friends. Thanks for holding down the fort.