If I were still in Germany . . .

I'd probably be doing pretty much what I'm doing now, tending cats, keeping house and frittering away my time by writing soft-ball stuff such as this. But I'd get to go to fests. And eat schnitzel more than I do now. And go see castles with all the Japanese tourists.

After five years I'm still coming to terms with living in the American midwest. I don't know that that will ever happen, but there are worse fates. And, eventually, there is always travel.

And now, I really ought to go try some Real Writing. Frittering is fun, but the Guilts are loitering just around the corner.